I’ve avoided writing this review long enough.
Part of me has avoided it because I’m not sure it’s possible to shower any more praise upon these Colorado boys than has fallen from the cloud that is ninebullets. Another part of me worries that if I don’t gush over it the way I have over past Slim Cessna albums that it’ll be taken as a subtle confession that I don’t like it as much as their previous work, and then people will pass on checking the album out (a massive mistake if that’s the path you choose). So here we sit…much like the Mike Damron album, months after its release, and ninebullets has been criminally silent. Well fuck that, says I, for today 9B breaks its silence and tells you Unentitled is a shoe-in for a Top 10 album of 2011.
Now, anyone who reads 9B knows I love Slim Cessna’s Auto Club like teenage boys like to talk about the sex they’re not getting, but don’t let that fool you. This album is exactly what you’ve come to expect from the kings of goth-Americana. Admittedly, this album was a little more of a grower than the previous, but that could be due to the epicness of the songs (5 of the 9 tracks exceed 4:30 minutes) and the ensuing disappointment of knowing they were gonna be tough to fit into ninebullets radio on a regular basis. Once that reality sank in, I was able to listen to the album instead of listening for the song I was gonna play on the radio. I then realized that I was, once again, listening to greatness from Slim Cessna. The old adage, “If it ain’t broke then don’t fuck with it” is in full effect here. It’s classic SCAC, the harmonies, the Slim/Munly vocal exchanges and that signature gigantic sound that only Slim Cessna’s Auto Club has is there. Untouched and, once again, perfect.
Needless to say, Unentitled is entitled to a permanent Essential Listening sticker.