Little Bay

Sorta | Format: Audio CD

Product Details

• Audio CD (May 18, 2004)
• Number of Discs: 1
• Label: Oarfin Records
• Run Time: 47 minutes
• ASIN: B000255JZY
• Also Available in: Audio CD  |  MP3 Download
• Average Customer Review: 4.8 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (5 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #764,318 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Shimmering, Brilliant, Poignant, February 11, 2005

By 

Lindsay A. Graham "http://www.lindsayagraham.com" (Dallas, TX) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Little Bay (Audio CD)

Trey is one of those songwriters, and Sorta is one of those bands; there's more being communicated than just the lyrics. Think Wilco. Think Jayhawks. Think Ryan Adams - until he made himself an ass. Think Dylan.

In short, think good.

Buy the album; resurrect American music.

3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars sorta wonderful, August 15, 2004

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mitchell (chicago) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Little Bay (Audio CD)

this is what wilco would sound like now if they had not turned into radiohead. first 6 songs are as strong as any record in the last 10 years.

3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars As well crafted as any you're likely to encounter this year, June 16, 2004

By A Customer

This review is from: Little Bay (Audio CD)

"You've been just about everywhere, except for where you oughta be," sings Trey Johnson, lead singer and principle songwriter of Dallas-based Sorta, on their second full-length offering, Little Bay. The line just about sums up the record, a restless romp through anxious, country-tinged alt.rock that evokes the solitary discontent of Exile on Main Street by way of Wilco's AM. The album builds slowly, from the acoustic opener "Sink or Swim," to the urgent, open-throated anthem "Tidal Wave." Wedged betwixt the two are a batch of tunes as well-crafted as any you're likely to encounter this year-the baleful drone of "Fallinlove," the bouncy Travis-picking of "To Jenny," and the tense jangle of "Christmas Day," among other choice tracks. Johnson's weathered vocals are those of a man who knows he can't go home again; and if that meant he'd stop writing songs like these, here's hoping he never does.

By Dave Sims, pastemagazine.com