Wednesday - October 05, 2005
Sounds like October.
And I don't mean beer-boosted five-part
disharmonies.
Elbow, Leaders of the Free World.
Last year, Cast of Thousands pulled "...my ribs apart/and let the sun inside." My second Elbow album attains a swirling heartbreaking state of Byronic grace by the third cut, "Forget Myself," and aches and redeems itself over and over again until the final, lingering blow of "Puncture Repair." As usual, others do a better job of reviewing this album than I ever will.
The others on the playlist are:
Spoon, Gimme Fiction.
Wolf Parade, Apologies to the Queen Mary.
Nickel Creek, Why Should the Fire Die?
Richard Hawley, Coles Corner.
They are all dangerously good.
Elbow, Leaders of the Free World.
Last year, Cast of Thousands pulled "...my ribs apart/and let the sun inside." My second Elbow album attains a swirling heartbreaking state of Byronic grace by the third cut, "Forget Myself," and aches and redeems itself over and over again until the final, lingering blow of "Puncture Repair." As usual, others do a better job of reviewing this album than I ever will.
The others on the playlist are:
Spoon, Gimme Fiction.
Wolf Parade, Apologies to the Queen Mary.
Nickel Creek, Why Should the Fire Die?
Richard Hawley, Coles Corner.
They are all dangerously good.