Some bona fide rockers on here, but there’s also some very adult-contemporary fare, and a further backslide into the country mien of Must’ve Been High.
Not the concept album of Bluefinger, this album sports at least a leitmotif: Demigods. Features strong, memorable choruses you can picture in movie trailers.
As much Death Cab For Cutie as alt rock, Youth Group play emotively lush, atmospheric pop with occasional explosive guitar and plenty of higher-note plucking.
For a spiritually-inclined band, Starflyer 59 are more likely to sing about life’s travails than its triumphs, sounding more sincere than that new emo garbage.
His most un-Pixies record yet, Black’s paean to all things retro – Southern R&B, roots and country – will likely be the most hit-or-miss album in his cannon.
This ain’t my cup of tea, this tepid milquetoast-by-the-numbers-teenage-girl-dupin-Goo Goo Dolls shite, but I can’t get that goddamned “Sophie” outta my head.
Clocking in at 73:31, we have Tracks. Here we have Fields, bringin’ 74:36 of noise. Let’s get at this like Courtney finding Kathleen Hanna in bed with Kurt.
James Mercer whines like a petulant puppy who’s rapidly approaching the un-cute stage, and you’re ready to give’m a smackdown. Then, song two is the goods.
While they don’t sound like The Strokes or The White Stripes or just about anybody else out there making noise, they bring the same gritty, dirty rocker ethos.