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‘On Cursive’s “The Ugly Organ,” Tim Kasher screamed “My ego’s like my stomach, it keeps shitting what I feed it.” If Cursive is what Kasher shits out, The Good Life is what he vomits.
Sometimes the product is whole, other times it is choppy; more often than not, it is a confessed regurgitation of alcohol.
In an effort to remain consistent with previous efforts, this part-Cursive side project features Kasher screaming about marriage, infidelities, contradictions from lyric to lyric, alcohol, and the distinction between artist and entertainer – and how both can result in a return in investment.
He is consumed by the music and lyrics he has already recorded, a man in love with the sound of his own voice. It’s equally narcissistic and paralyzing. It appears that his biggest fear is that his words, confessions and mistruths will catch up to them.
The difference is that The Good Life is loose and unpredictable. His shit is controlled, his vomit inconsistent and surprising. There is no strict theme running through the album. One song does not build upon the previous one. The styles change, as do the instruments used to fill up the spaces between pauses. While one song may fall under the category of a ballad, the next has a distinctly West Coast punk flavor to it.
This is arguably the best way for Kasher to clear out any creative impulses that do not fall within the neatly kempt borders of Cursive. Whether that is his intention or not is unclear.
It’s interesting to listen to and analyze how he speaks out of both sides of his mouths. His main musical venture may put him in a demi-god status among many fans, but this certainly shows his human side.
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