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Ben Fold’s latest Songs for Silverman made its way into my iPod -- seriously, like, it’s inside the fucker -- over the last week and track four, “Landed,” has hardly left the Now playing screen.



Why? Perhaps personal timing, but mostly I think it’s because few (cool) pop stars can write something so damned sappy and still make it so damned cool. Nearly every cut can be classified as a ballad, but instead of being cliché, they somehow speak to the listener in a way rarely seen on a pop record, let alone one released by a Sony-owned label. (See also “Bastard,” “Time,” etc.)

So come pick me up/I’ve landed.