Artist: Grandaddy

Album: Through a Frosty Plate Glass EP

Sounds Like: Flaming Lips' vocals, Beck's creativity, Mercury Rev's emotions

Grandaddy is the indie garage band of the 21st century. This fresh band from Modesto, Calif. wields the same unique style of creativity that Weezer did just a decade ago.

In Grandaddy's EP "Through a Frosty Plate Glass," lead singer Jason Lytle croons what seems to be tearful melodies that compliment the accompanying musical puddle of beauty in the background almost too perfectly. Maybe it is his voice that sells me. Maybe it is the amazing conglomeration of keyboards, samples, hooks, moogs, harmonica solos, and loops that gives me the fuzzies.

"Our Dying Brains" is without a doubt the golden track of the album, creating an ecstatic feeling through the manipulation of Lytle's voice up and down the scale with the aid of a computer program. Bearing lyrics with the words "crotchrockets" and "violins" in the same line, this song makes it apparent that no one should look further for a band with such creative humor. Keep in mind that this album being reviewed is only an EP, and their latest album, entitled "The Sophtware Slump" came out last fall.

The poetry in Grandaddy's songs are actually noticeable (considering that this sentence comes from someone with a personally diagnosed case of ADD, that better mean something special).

I have been trying to creatively depict this band for the past paragraph, but I have finally realized that the amount of artistic ingenuity that Grandaddy possesses is only dulled by my pathetic attempts in this review.

If you buy one album this year, buy Grandaddy's "Sophtware Slump," THEN buy "Through a Frosty Plate Glass EP" with the change you have leftover from the twenty dollar bill you just broke buying the first album.