Have Heart - Songs to Scream At the Sun (Album)
My neighbours called the cops on me, for the first time in years. I’d been playing this too loud, too late. It was only turned up to 3.
Warning: this product may contain traces of poetry (in small print art form). But if you do prefer your shout-core played with around 10% more intellect than Suicidal Tendencies and 10% more emotion than Will Haven, you’ve come to the right place. Nice place it is too, regardless what the neighbours think.
Seems someone from Have Heart might also Have Issues if their lyrics are any indication, with copious pent up frustration bubbling away in a father/son direction to the point where this could well be their own form of therapy. I choose to remain uninvolved yet empathetically understanding in their apparent historical plight, delving through their recording with baby steps until finally I emerge unscathed, unharmed and indeed closer with each replay.
Kudos to parts where we touch a nerve, like Hard Bark on the Family Tree [“highways home become oceans that I just can’t swim”], Bostons [“the Irish temper, it’s history’s chains and the alcoholic’s stain”] and No Roses, No Skies [“this life can feel too long”]. We hear a glass half empty view preferring road trips to being home on Pave Paradise and musings possibly on the lack of home, on Taste of the Floor.Ten songs may look good on paper but be aware we’re only talking 21 minutes total here, though it feels more like 30 due to some variety offered on the tempo-switching Brotherly Love plus the semi-detached instrumental minute of Reflections.
“Wake up, wake up!” screams the singer towards the end of the disc, which is exactly what I’ll be using this CD to help me do for work tomorrow morning. Have heart, tin man? Here’s one that might get you going.
