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Twin Atlantic: Free – album review

Twin Atlantic - Free

A famous wizard once said, “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us”. Wise words that Glaswegians, Twin Atlantic, would have done well to digest.

Their debut mini album, 2009’s Vivarium, saw critical acclaim heaped on the quartet with predictions that they might just follow in the footsteps of Biffy Clyro and Idlewild. Two years on, and that burgeoning optimism has not been cemented, as Free sees the band take a u-turn into teenaged emo-rock territory with catchy, sing-along choruses.

The record is big on rallying calls to its public, which will probably mean it gets its fair share of airplay from commercial rock radio stations. And no doubt Barrowlands’ circle pits will flail to Apocalyptic Renegade’s “I want it all, are you here with me?” and the plodding The Ghost Of Eddie.

In trying to widen their appeal, the band has ramped up the volume, instead of revisiting the drawing board to make a record that won’t just give them a short, sharp, temporary hit. As a result, many tracks (like Dreamember) are loud, but cluttered and messy, with clumsy harmonies in an already saturated mix.

There’s also something quite irritating about Sam McTrusty’s vocals on Free, which afforded subtleties on the debut now lacking. This time, he prefers to put strain on his words, making them sound like a pubescent male’s breaking voice; though his nasal tones perhaps wouldn’t succeed in being half as annoying, were the lyrical content not so overly simplistic.

Despite the fact that the phonetics of a Scottish accent naturally seem to pertain to an American twang, Yes I Was Drunk can’t help but draw comparison with American or Canadian rock acts like Nickelback. Its theatrical delivery isn’t believable, trivialising the track’s break-up story in the process. This also exposes the album’s skin deep, showy angst, which never manages to channel its energies in the right direction towards musical sensitivity, or clever lyrical metaphor, asFrightened Rabbithave done so well. Free’s motto of rock ‘n’ roll losing its fight is particularly ironic, as the very thing the band are fighting against sees them sink into the sort of petulance that will make them only temporary gods to an audience that won’t – and rightfully so – hold onto this music through the years.

Serious Underground Dance Vibes’ ridiculous name speaks volumes towards the fact that Twin Atlantic probably didn’t know what they were really trying to achieve in the track. Nevertheless, it’s one of the most interesting of the collection, and gives welcome breathing space from the incessant whining.

Twin Atlantic might be catchy, but woe betide this be used as a yardstick for measuring quality. There’s more than just a niggle that Free isn’t breaking new ground. More disturbingly, the album is a wasted chance to build on Vivarium, and isn’t as good as so much of the music it tries to emulate.

Reviewed for musicOMH

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Bell X1: Bloodless Coup – album review

Bell X1 - Bloodless Coup

Twelve years of Bell X1 have drilled the band fairly close to the epicentre of Ireland’s musical consciousness. But the latest album, Bloodless Coup, is so much a mass of contradictions flailing from the sublime to the ridiculous, that it’s hard to see what kind of dent they’ll make beyond the Emerald Isle.

Pre-1999, Damien Rice fronted the band as Juniper, but this most recent release makes it six since they parted company over creative differences. The threesome’s 2009 album, Blue Lights On The Runway, achieved pole position in the Irish charts, prompting lazy comparisons that slotted the band between Talking Heads and Coldplay. But David Byrne‘s lyrical wit, political opinion and tenacity is hard to trace on this album, and Coldplay might have a thing or two to argue about creating memorable anthems.

Bloodless Coup’s first touch is enchanting. Hey Anna Lena’s nursery rhyme piano is set over a glitchy Radioheadish rhythm, juxtaposed with Paul Noonan’s voice at its most endearing. Built To Last is counted among these sparse highlights, with a beat forged from a deep buzz and soft static. The preaching and heavy production are also hemmed back here, to reveal straightforward tell-it-like-it-is lines evocative of Bob Dylan, which much of the album is left crying out for.

Velcro might’ve been the nominated single, but it doesn’t match on originality. Its Counting Crows, American soft rock structure with a sole electric guitar makes it palatable but instantly forgettable. And “I’ll be your tongue, you’ll be my groove, I’ll be your positive, you’ll be my negative” begins a disturbing trend for cringeworthy rhyming couplets – “Haloumi” and “knew me” dare to dance line-to-line later in the record.

Nightwatchmen’s whispered Foo Fighters Everlong-style chords are thoughtfully understated, but the track struggles to shake an underlying cheesiness – as do many others – because the attempts to glean meaning feel so forced.

Hints of promise across the album are doomed for the bulldozer, by some incessant need for production that will probably give Bell X1 more mainstream appeal. Would-be film soundtrack out-take Sugar High’s simple keyboard loop and fuzzy background have simplistic beauty, but an ’80s Tron-like synth and computerised backing vocals over-complicate and curl the toes uncomfortably. Even Safer Than Love’s delicate piano melody is undermined by Auto-Tune.

Beyond the pursuit of swelling the fanbase, it’s hard to see what kind of album Bell X1 were really trying to make with Bloodless Coup; a sing-along soft rock crowd-expander, or an ode to simplicity and storytelling? Fortunately for credibility’s sake, it’s the latter the trio are infinitely better at, but unfortunately, for this album, it’s these songs that are too few and far between.

Reviewed for musicOMH

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Friendly Fires: Pala – album review

Friendly Fires - Pala

It couldn’t be any more obvious that in releasing Pala mid-May, Friendly Fires are hoping to stake a claim to the quintessential summer album of 2011. Their post-debut mission statement vowed to breathe carnival into indie’s barren guitar-trodden landscape, and it’s with memories of some of 2009’s most unmissable festival performances that they return.

This new record sees St Albans’ most successful recent export venture deeper into their live territory. Named after Aldous Huxley’s novel, Island – a story of Pala, a doomed utopia fuelled by recreational drug use, trance states and tantric sex – it’s no surprise that Friendly Fires’ album evokes paradise from its very essence, only the kind grounded in festival fields and back gardens.

Doubtless, the album will cast the nets wider for record sales, but it isn’t a typical summer smash that’s shallow and too easily consumed. Paul Epworth’s intelligent production across the 11 tracks adds depth, maintaining surprise even after the first few listens.

Single, Live Those Days Tonight, is an irresistible slice of Mardi Gras percussive electro pop that takes the early 90s rave days down from their pedestal. Blue Cassette’s French, Ed Banger underbelly branches from that, with a chorus that bursts through a trademark silence and drop – a welcome chill factor for sun-soaked spines during the hotter months.

Pala’s pancontinental influences broaden with Hawaiian Air, where South American street party and Paul Simon meet, bowing to Huxley’s novel by “Skipping a meal for a G&T”. African imprints also crop up on Running Away, as do Paul Epworth’s production values, peering through vocals and chiming keyboards with an air of Jack Penate‘s Everything Is New. Back on firm European territory there’s Hurting – a slick track which ambiguously aims sarcasm at ’90s boy bands, with breaths of fresh air from Harlem Gospel Choir.

R ‘n’ B gets its Friendly Fires debut, mixed to unusual effect with tautly plucked math guitars on the album title track, Pala, which delves into the depths of Huxley’s landscape. Timberlake beats dip the toes a little further into the genre on the impeccable Show Me Lights, only this time doused with percussive atmospheres.

It’s over the latter few tracks that the band reconcile the old with the new, mixing the influences they’ve so far used on the album. Holy Ghost!‘s Alex Frankel guests on True Love’s bow to the ’80s, and Pull Me Back To Earth picks up the math guitars and afro beats, adding dizzying layers of sound evocative of Jump In The Pool. Chimes’ four-to-the-floor beat is welded patiently with a twinkling xylophone, while Helpless has soft sound effects and fluttering keyboards that match with its lyrics, washing like waves on a shore, all bound by solid electronica.

It seems Pala is Friendly Fires’ successful attempt to translate their positivity-injected carnival live performances into a record. In the process, it just so happens they’ve delivered what deserves to be the soundtrack to the summer; the memories it creates preventing it from forced hibernation through the winter months. It might’ve been named after a fated utopia, but for them, Pala is far from doomed.

Reviewed for musicOMH

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Explosions in the Sky: Take Care Take Care Take Care – album review

Explosions in the Sky - Take Care Take Care Take Care

Over five albums, Explosions In The Sky have carved a niche for themselves as creators of post-rock concertos. But in Take Care Take Care Take Care, they’ve created the equivalent of a memorable classical symphony like Dvorak‘s New World – their finest work yet.

Eleven years on from their debut, this Texan four-piece still adopt that same rise and fall; the journey of music without need for verbal storytelling. But guitarists Mark Smith, Munaf Rayani and Michael James and drummer Chris Hrasky have produced a sixth album that doesn’t call the drumkit its master at the peaks, nor does it award the guitar that privilege at its quietest – a factor 2007’s All Of A Sudden I Miss Everyone lacked.

Individual elements don’t feel complex, but their composition is astoundingly swallowing, and there are clever, attentive niblets of sound that add intrigue. Last Known Surroundings’ methodical rhythm is set by a guitar strummed at its strings’ roots, like the squeaking sound on concrete that metallic stiletto footsteps make, while Be Comfortable, Creature’s looping engaged tone guitars make it endearing.

The record feels organic, full and detailed throughout, with surefooted guitar chords that regularly give way to shoegazey, meandering riffs, overplayed by waterfalls of electronic guitars. Explosions In The Sky have a knack of building forests of layers that burst into life. This metaphor for spring is fulfilled by Last Known Surroundings. Its breaks of cradle rocking, plucked guitars lull into sense of quiet, before life suddenly and repeatedly blossoms – like Sigur Rós after a few espressos, or Mogwai on Prozac.

Likewise, Human Qualities appears a simple, heartquaking lullaby with a fuzzy, skipping record beat and waltzing guitar. Foalsy, plucked, singing guitars crack through the quiet, unable to resist diverting down winding roads to explore pulses and exploratory melodies, before breaking like awe-inspiring waves onto rocks.

Chris Hrasky’s sensitivity and understanding makes his drumming the heartbeat of the album, both for its aptly-placed near absences as much as its startling presence on Trembling Hands – a track with galloping drums that tussle with sad, Interpol guitars, eventually bursting into joyous melody. Post-rock can often arrive hurdling a wall of noise that unthinkingly places the drummer at the forefront, but Explosions focus more often than not on guitar melody, giving them a subtle epic quality.

It’s this fitting contradiction in terms that Postcard from 1952 illustrates, mushrooming from quiet beginnings with added kicks and trembling crescendos that explode into a conclusion that describes comprehension of impossible things like the speed of light.

Let Me Back In starts seductively, turning into melancholy and then happiness of the sort that forces tears – exquisitely documenting emotion in a post-rock score. These waves repeat, only stronger each time, but each time the hope is that it will be repeated again, stretching out far longer than the 10 minutes the final track allows.

It’s these journeying ebbs and flows that make this both an intensely delicate, yet forceful listen. This isn’t showing off with noise like post-rock can sometimes be accused of; it is, rather, intricate knowledge of how a leaderless band uses its flexibility to craft rises and falls that consume and envelop, making it an essential addition to anyone’s list of 2011 records to own.

Reviewed for musicOMH

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Holy Ghost!: Holy Ghost! – album review

Holy Ghosts! self-titled debut album cover

Both the beauty and downfall of Holy Ghost!’s debut is that it’s best heard under a blanket of blue sky and sun. The fact the deep ’80s disco is most irresistible under the influence of vitamin D positivity makes it an album not suited to all situations. It epitomises style and polish, but lacks permanency and ultimately, substance.

The New York duo – Nick Millhiser and Alex Frankel – are dab hands at deftly weaving clean beats and soulful melody. Their disco synth sound makes them trademark DFA record label artists from across the pond, who often feel like the slightly older, less frivolous brothers of French/Parisian house – like Phoenix but without the unpredictability, or Digitalism without the hedonism.

It’s hard not to draw comparison between Holy Ghost! and LCD Soundsystem. Not least because DFA’s founders include ex-LCD James Murphy, but also because not two weeks have passed since his eponymous band bowed out at New York’s Madison Square Garden, leaving a gaping hole on DFA that’s begging to be filled.

So far, the two have produced some sublime tracks, but Holy Ghost! still doesn’t display a formula built for longevity, mostly because its lyrical content – preoccupied largely with nights out and girls – feels too shallow for the quality of the band’s sound.

Two tracks from last year’s Static On The Wire EP – Say My Name and Static On The Wire – have found their way onto the album, along with 2007 single Hold On. It’s testament to their quality that some of these were picked up by Kitsuné and The Bang Gang’s compilations.

Frustratingly though, these earlier moments still feel like most of the highlights from the debut. Hold On’s looped synth and Frankel’s pared-down vocals feel like the ingredients of a dancefloor classic, harmonising perfectly with c’est la vie lyrics like, “I love this city but I hate my job, and this whole city loves me back”.

This could all make quite damning reading for the debut, which is actually far from disappointing. As well as the older material, there are some of the same breathtaking moments we already knew the pair are capable of. Do It Again has a slow burning ’80s, Kraut-influenced, insistent beat that’s reminiscent of an Aeroplane remix. And Wait And See is a sleek example of their poppy side, with doorbell keyboards and more of Frankel’s pigeon-toed vocals that give the album an endearing quality throughout.

Catchy hooks are peppered across the album, with the oriental chimes and Chromeo cool of Hold My Breath, the early New Order beat signature of Jam For Jerry, and even the rather odd Some Children, whose choir in the latter half alludes to what a mashmix of the Rozalla and Romeo and Juliet versions of Everybody’s Free might sound like.

Like a lot of artists on the label though – Shit Robot and YACHT included – Holy Ghost! lack the depth of LCD Soundsystem. By virtue of being on DFA and releasing an album so soon in their wake, this sets an inherently unreachable yardstick for the band. It’s a competent disco celebration of an album, but Holy Ghost! will need to dig a little deeper into their souls and diversify their influences to make more of a mark in the long run.

Reviewed for musicOMH

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Guillemots: Walk The River – album review

Guilleamots - Walk The River

The Guillemots have always possessed an endearing honesty without plunging into lifeless balladry. It’s this that becomes the quartet’s runaway strength on Walk The River – an album whose subject matter majors on lost love.

Fyfe Dangerfield is an eccentric character hailing from the unlikely town of Bromsgrove, in Worcestershire, but he has the kind of pure voice that exudes heart. After a brief foray into the solo world, he, MC Lord Magrão, Aristazabal Hawkes and Greig Stewart have reunited to make the band’s third album since Guillemots’ inception in 2004.

Gone are the swathes of audible eccentricities you might have found on Through The Windowpane, or Red. This time, muted opener, Walk The River’s sad tale is gently back-dropped against xylophones and harpsichords, without any hint of twee that might’ve existed in the band’s past life. Tiger has flashes of radio wave sound effects and whirring Bontempi, while Inside doesn’t make its atmospheric singing guitars and toybox chimes the centre. Nevertheless it’s unmistakeably Guillemots.

The overriding melancholy of the album journeys throughout the tracks in many guises. I Don’t Feel Amazing Now has a touch of cracking in Dangerfield’s voice, while Dancing In the Devil’s Shoes declares, “And if these days would never end, if laughter was my very oldest friend, not a growing trend, that what I have I always tend to lose”. Many of the songs’ epic sadness in fact exude joy in all but their lyrics. Ice Room’s whirlwind riffs and percussion have more than a hint of Smiths or early Manic Street Preachers – minus the political, while a simple Lennon-esque War Is Over beat on I Must Be A Lover, boasts a rousing gospel chorus of “Let it go”.

There are shades of Midlake’s Roscoe on Vermillion, but it’s a shame that some mid-track jamming takes it so far away from its original method statement. Odd synth spirals on Slow Train also mix like chalk and cheese, or salt in a mug of coffee. And Yesterday Is Dead’s psychedelic, Primal Scream call to arms works, until its impetus fails to maintain the interest for the full eight minutes it is awarded.

However, The Basket sticks its neck out above the din – its falsetto backing vocals and refreshingly positive, bowled over, love-drunk lyrics declaring, “You knock me over”.

Sometimes, Guillemots miss the uninhibited sound of Through The Windowpane or Red – elements like those left of field trumpets on Trains To Brazil, or the sparse, tear jerking boldness of debut album opener, Little Bear.  But these more peculiar character associations are clearly things the band wants to get away from now, to give them wider appeal.

This might, in the end, be the thing that splits opinions down the middle as to whether they’ve kept the qualities made them so special in the first place. But the musicianship is still very much there in Walk The River. It’s a beautiful record that is still a Guillemots record in its essence; full of songs that speak of a desperately sad subject matter but still manage to capture exhilaration in their very bones.

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Erland and the Carnival: Nightingale – album review

Erland and the Carnival - Nightingale

Folk – in its most traditional form – can be a bit of a marmite genre. But Erland & The Carnival feel like a band who, irrespective of preference, create songs that show how objectively good they are at their craft.

That is what made the band’s self titled album from 2010 such a compelling listen – and Nightingale follows on from where it left off. This time though, instead of lovingly refurbishing folkloric songs and poems, these thoroughly British gents have written their own material from scratch. And while some of it retreads unnecessary ground from the debut, there are new moments of freakish wizardry and enchantment in their music.

The band are Erland Cooper – a folk guitarist and singer from the remote Scottish island of Orkney, ex The Verve, Blur and The Good, The Bad and The Queen guitarist, Simon Tong, plus dummer, David Nock, formerly of The Orb and Paul McCartney‘s The Fireman.

Map Of An Englishman is the first foray into a heavier and more produced sound, and is one of the band’s best tracks to date. Named after a piece of artwork from Grayson Perry, beneath its unfamiliar surface lies the characteristic nuts and bolts of whirring Wurlitzers and plodding rhythms, delivered upon a glorious musical wave that’s quite easy to be swept away upon.

If The Coral were the brothers of Frankenstein ‘s monster, they would probably have come up with something as weird and wonderful as Emmeline, complete with its horror house crescendo. And sixties influences from The Doors on I’m Not Really Here are so bold that you’d half expect to find their smudged fingerprints over the instruments.

In Nightingale, Erland & The Carnival take an Alice In Wonderland journey, delving into the curious, from dreamlike, to dark, nightmarish moments. I Wish I Wish is as wispy as it is odd, playing with rhythm to give the track an impossible sounding complexity that dances against the simplicity of the storytelling. Maddening Donnie Darko moments surface on Springtime and there’s also room for kaleidoscope Sergeant Pepper and marching bands on Wealldie.

The band say they recorded the album in the bowels of a ship moored on the Thames. Cabin fever aside, the heart wrenching love stories of Nightingale and East & West must have benefitted from solitary confinement, as the loss sounds all the more beautiful, especially in its stripped down state.

The latter end of the album palpably strays too far into obscurity – too far, that is, except for The Trees They Grow So High, which is wonderfully obscure. Like the present you hadn’t noticed behind the tree on Boxing Day, it comes as a bolt out of the blue with acid trippy lyrics, mixed with shoegazey folk that isn’t afraid to flirt with an experimental electronica beat.

Nightingale has a definite progression in sound from the debut – it’s darker, more varied, and more surreal. Whether the one is better than the other feels like a moot point for this band; the earlier was an exercise in lovingly bringing to life forgotten folk verses, yet this new offering had entirely different parameters in starting from scratch. In fact it’s this that makes Nightingale such a majestic, natural step, by virtue of the fact that while it’s so complex and accessible, it’s the genuine article.

Reviewed for MusicOMH

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The Shoes: Crack My Bones – album review

The Shoes - Crack My Bones

The Shoes occupy the same genre slice as many credible eclectically poppy bands at the moment, all of whom find themselves shoehorned into the ‘indie electro’ box, to prevent people assuming their brand of music bears any resemblance to The X-Factor banality.

Pop for some, after all, has negative connotations. That might also explain why they’ve been complicatedly labelled as French disco existentialists. But the definition isn’t actually inaccurate, because the duo from Reims – Guillaume and Benalways – have a wholly effective, matter-of-fact way of expressing their emotional reaction to people and situations in their lyrics.

That said, their easy likeness to a number of other artists does prevent them from breaking new ground. Yet the tracks are served with bucketloads of danceability, which makes them inherently memorable.

Stay The Same describes the album perfectly. It’s upbeat, percussion-led, and reminiscent of fellow countrymen Phoenix. While that means it won’t start a music revolution, it’s polished and remains in your head after the album’s finished – this puts a skip in the step rather than inciting curses directed at the temporal lobe for its poor choice of internal soundtrack.

Prince-esque falsetto vocals and drumstick clatter beats give Cover Your Eyes a deeply rhythmic groove. And Wastin’ Time has extra helpings of melodic pianos and synth, which ooze a sorrow not dissimilar to Miike Snow’s Burial.

That same effervescence continues on People Movin’, with Primary 1 as guest star. It’s an Outkast track that Andre 3000 could’ve penned himself, but isn’t the strongest of the collection.

If Glee covered Arcade Fire you might arrive at something like Time To Dance. That comparison shouldn’t do them a disservice, because after a few listens it’s hard not to submit to its infectious positivity, insistent piano loop and cowbell.

CocknBullKid’s guest vocals on Cliché hark back to Ladyhawke or New Young Pony Club’s aloof yet somehow sultry vocals. There’s also a deeper, darker side to the duo, audible on Crack My Bones, which like the previous track makes them sound like altogether different artists.

Despite an air of Friendly Fires bouts of percussion disco indie – especially on Investigator – The Shoes do feel more MacBook Pro than a live proposition. And Bored reveals another trick to the band’s pop box, with more than a hint of French house about it.

Because Crack My Bones is an album which flirts with guest stars and musical influences, it can appear a little formulaic. But that still doesn’t take away from the fact it’s a great listen. Guillaume and Benalways pack a lot of variety into their music which, when paired with honest lyrics that give knee jerk tales of emotion, makes The Shoes difficult not to like. It’s this that makes their existentialist disco pop label seem to fit quite well. Even Mr Existentialist himself, Friedrich Nietzsche, said, “Without music, life would be a mistake” – and that’s the conclusion you imagine The Shoes want to be drawn from Crack My Bones.

Reviewed for MusicOMH

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The Death Set: Michel Poiccard – album review

The Death Set - Michel Poiccard

The Death Set’s punchy collection of 17-tracks is as much a schizophrenic celebration of musical styles as it is an obituary to a curtailed life.

After losing Beau Velasco to a drugs overdose in September 2009, you might have expected remaining protagonist, Johnny Spiera to lose momentum. Instead, through Michel Poiccard he has reformed The Death Set into a trio, who collectively, have created a dizzying concoction of genres and styles.

I Wanna Take This Tape And Blow Up Ya Fuckin’ Stereo is a five-second mark of intent for the Aussie-rooted America-based band’s 17 tracks. Slap Slap Slap Pound Up Down Snap feels like the punk offspring of The Prodigy, but much of the album is deeply rooted in early Beastie Boys’ hardcore, punk-influenced, hip hop sounds. Can You Seen Straight? Illustrates that, but adds a touch of The Go! Team’s double Dutch choruses and garage rock.

A Problem Is A Problem It Don’t Matter Where Your From and Too Much Fun For Regrets, run in that same frenetic vein amongst power pop and electro beats, only showing a tendency for cathartic lyrics.

The whole album is laced with memories for the former band member – We Are Going Anywhere Man is pitched amidst Tokyo Police Club-esque drawling vocals and mellow keyboard riffs. And Velasco’s ghostly, tongue-in-cheek nonsensicals are looped with art-installation instruments on Is That A French Dog?

I Miss You Beau Velasco, one of the best – and notably the longest – tracks of the collection, is a post punk beauty with piercing keyboard loops and echoing vocals. More blissed-out sadness swallowing riffs appear on 7PM Woke Up An Hour Ago, during which SpankRock appears as guest.

Michel Poiccard ranges from jangling memorable indie to metal rock – but the trio aren’t afraid of electronic touches to lift the mood and keep the music more party than circle pit. There are even instances where they teasingly pause at Public Enemy, before jumping back on their more characteristic high octane, hardcore punk, hip hop train.

There’s no doubt things have changed for Spiera since album, Worldwide, was released in 2008. In fact, a lot of the tracks on Michel Poiccard do feel like a cleansing process for him to get over and make sense of what happened, moving on with his new band mates.

What this record lacks in brilliance and cohesion, it makes up for in gusto. But then that’s always been the same for The Death Set. In fact, the album’s chameleon quality ends up being just the thing that makes it so appealing; especially during the pit-of-the-stomach, saddening album closer, Is It The End? In fact, by virtue the last track sitting in such stark, depressive contrast to the rest, Spiera probably accidentally, but definitely effectively, makes you want to skip back to the start – an analogy for the underlying feelings he  gives away over Beau Velasco.

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Cut Copy: Zonoscope – album review

Cut Copy - Zonoscope

To last the distance, a serious relationship must be able to get past the heady early days, eventually giving way to affection and security. Cut Copy could easily have failed to translate the surge of dopamine-excitement they created with their first two albums into something more long-lasting. But in Zonoscope, they’ve managed to maintain flurries of stomach-turning moments with a developed sound that makes it feel like a natural progression.

The original Aussie trio of Dan Whitford, Tim Hoey and Mitchell Dean Scott have now been joined by bassist Ben Browning. And together, they’ve delved deeper, producing an album mixed by Ben Allen (Animal Collective, Deerhunter) that feels like calm after the rush of 2004’s Bright Like Neon Love, and the near-perfect In Ghost Colours of 2008.

A long build up on Need You Now piques curiosity for the new material, giving way to that familiar Australian vocal and altogether less familiar electro-minus-the-pop sound, prefixed by 80s tinges. Take Me Over’s calypso drums add percussion elements to the kind of Cut Copy sunshine dance that originally stole the heart, while its stories of love rely heavily on metaphor to ward off any triteness.

There’s a strong Beach Boys feel to Where I’m Going – from the cooing harmonies, to the off-beat drums and guitar rhythms. Psychedelic keyboards hark back to The Who, while the chorus, which at first feels a bit cringeworthy shouts, ‘Woah, yeah yeah yeah yeah!’. Any initial adverse reaction later settles upon imagining the response it would receive in a festival field.

Both Pharaohs and Pyramids and Blink and You’ll Miss the Revolution have a knack of smoothly soldering two tracks together. The former flutters in like The Orb’s Fluffy Little Clouds, yielding to Kraut-dance influences before a 90s keyboard loop bursts in halfway, sending unmistakable Cut Copy coursing through the veins with shades of melancholic New Order riffs. Breathy wooden notes and uncharacteristically low vocals punctuate the latter track’s suspense-coiled verses. In a Jekyl and Hyde twist, soaring keyboards and disco beats are reintroduced as Whitford declares, ‘Blink and you’ll miss the revolution’.

Unlike the frequent dreamy interludes of In Ghost Colours, the stark piano, dreamy ‘oohs’ and rewinding chimes of Strange Nostalgia for the Future make up the only instrumental segway track on the album. Escalating notes introduce This Is All We’ve Got, where Dovesy offbeat drums and electric guitar once again yield to quixotic reverb and see-sawing fairground notes. These blend into Alisa – a heavier, shoegazy track with a determined beat, served with Pink Flloyd experimental, ranging guitars that threaten to snap strings until the chorus releases the tension.

If unfamiliarity begins to reign severe towards the album’s end, Hanging onto Every Heartbeat’s fiddly chimes and twinkles reward loyalty by breaking midpoint, sending the track coursing through the ear drums. Corner of the Sky continues whetting the appetite for big beats and buzzing synth loops. Sun God satisfies, signalling Cut Copy’s bold intent as Zonoscope’s 15-minute curtain call. It drills ‘Are you gonna give me your love? Love won’t be enough’, into the subconscious over an insistent beat that batters you into submission with piques, builds, drops, and repeats.

This epic close is the emphatic full stop that should ward off any whispers suggesting the album is a disappointing come down from the heady, poppy positivity of In Ghost Colours. Those who fell for Cut Copy after Bright Like Neon Love will notice that – like all relationships that are built to last – the heady beginnings haven’t disappeared. They’ve just been blended with a new maturity and breadth of sound that’s taken them to new and better things.


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