Zeppelin-meets-Crimson titans have been at the game for quite a while. No surprise that Wolves is the band’s most streamlined, cohesive, and addictive record.
They know when to shout to the sky, when to hold back and build pressure, and when to go for the throat. Even when going full-out, there’s never any melodrama.
Comparing The Draft to Hot Water Music is a cowardly way to approach the album. Chris Wollard didn’t alter his songwriting just cuz he’s flying a new banner.
Trey Spruance (Mr. Bungle, Secret Chiefs 3) discovered Estradasphere, a six-piece from Santa Cruz, CA who utilize classical, rock, and ethnic instrumentation.
Pretentious sounds derogatory, but it used to be pretentious to use a cello. This rips from beginning to end, even if they pander to duplicate their last album.
Ric Ocasek did a good job producing, but he rounded off too many edges. The band’s left somewhere between Sugarcult and OK GO with Exploding Hearts’ wardrobe.
It doesn’t engulf you in 100+ degree body heat, hand you a beer, or put an arm around you. You can’t fit that in your car, so this is a good road trip record.
Both beautifully orchestrated quirk-pop with a soaring female vocal, and a trip-hop and world music-inspired Morrissey drowning in over-clever verbosity.