Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings
- Counting Crows
- Band Name: Counting Crows
- Record Label: Geffen
- Release Date: Mar 25, 2008
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Generally favorable reviews- based on 31 Ratings
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JimMar 27, 200810What a comeback by a great band. Their 2nd best album after August imo. They are back.
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JasonF.Mar 27, 200810Great album.
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WadeT.Apr 2, 20089
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KevinS.Apr 4, 20087
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DougalM.Mar 26, 200810
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[Anonymous]Mar 26, 20089The first song kind of sticks out as odd, but once the CD gets moving it's like going back in time. A ton of references t older songs get placed throughout the CD. The last 4 songs of the album are just epic.
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EvanM.Mar 26, 20088Not as good as Hard Candy, but very good all the same.
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TomH.Apr 10, 20087Rates behind first two albums, but ahead of last two.
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RichRaineyApr 11, 200810
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AaronA.Apr 4, 200810
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DukeC.Mar 25, 200884th Best Counting Crows Album It is much better than Recovering the Satellites, but could have been better than Hard Candy (3rd best) if it had one more amazing song. "Come Around" and "Michaelangelo" are the special ones here for me...10/14 songs are good.
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60On the harder-rocking half, Duritz is nearly emo-esque in his self-loathing.... The disk's Sunday Morning half, is more acoustic, quieter, reflective. But after the epic bender that precedes it, it's also just kind of a drag. [Apr 2008, p.78]
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The disc's first half, produced by Pixies vet Gil Norton, is surprisngly fast and scrappy. But the pace slackens in the mellower remainder, produced by Brian Deck. [28 Mar 2008, p.65]
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The hair-shirt single "You Can't Count on Me" and the cheerily grim "Hanging Tree" are little masterpieces of pop craft, their arrangements and Duritz's invitingly petulant wail often echoing golden-era R.E.M. Sometimes that craft is enough: The latter song is so packed with guitar fireworks that its buzz-killing lines about freezing to death barely register.