So here we are, all alone, day after day, pretending to be real...

After that half-hearted Freddie Hubbard tribute mixed in with a little bit of an album recommendation, I figured it's time for the second official album review on here. And since the last album was more of a mainstream thing, let me take you back to a time when I wouldn't have been caught dead listening to anything like it. Yeah, as a teenager I wanted no compromises when it came to music and listened to quite a limited variety. A lot of punk rock-like stuff, some Alternative and Metal and that was pretty much it. A littler later on I got heavily into hip-hop. But no matter what, I didn't want no commercialized fake crap and despised almost anything in the charts. And of course it annoyed me to no end when a catchy radio tune got stuck in my head even though I had resolved to loathe it.

But over time my tastes have become much more eclectic, and I'm not gonna bore you with the whole ordeal of me expanding my musical horizon as I grew up, but one thing's for sure; these days, when I like a song or an artist, I will stand by it no matter what. Christina Aguilera's got a bunch of good songs for example. Here's a band I don't like and would still have a hard time admitting to like: Radiohead. As far as I can tell, nothing's right with them. The whiny voice, the boring songs and the people getting all excited about them. And even though I have to admit I'm not the most familiar with their catalog, I do believe that people should just listen to the originators instead: Pink Floyd. Anyway, this is getting way off track.

Automatic 7's self-titled work is nothing like Pink Floyd. They have published two more albums since their debut, none of which I own. I discovered them in a little record store specializing in punk rock that was located in a town me and my friends used to go to because it had a big skate shop. It was about an hour and a half on the train, but we went there quite regularly for a while. I remember this band particularly, because they were playing it in the store while I was browsing their selection, and I asked the dude working there what it was and, obviously, ended up taking it home. This was at a time when the internet was just starting to become big. So inside the booklet, they list their e-mail address, using an AOL account. How awesome is that?