Recovering the Satellites
As a committed Counting Crows fan, I have trouble picking second-favorites (August and Everything After is an uncontested favorite). This morning I put safety first and had a ten minute rock concert in my rent car as the windows defrosted. The source material was Recovering the Satellites, which doesn’t make a lot of sense in the overall corpus of the Counting Crows’ library.
What you basically have here is a previously folky, morose, introverted band coming out with something very much in-your-face light alternative. Hard to place it, but something certainly less peppy than Blues Traveler, but less grungy than Pearl Jam. Not as poppy as Matchbox 20. I give up…
The best way to put it is that Satellites is more fun than August, but perhaps just not as good. It makes for good road music, aside from the constant mood changes.