Great, toetapping indie, ready to lean into really bringing the energy on that sweet Dananananakroyd // Campesinos // Tubelord level. 2009 really was a hell of a year for that UK burstrock scene. The chugging and chiming's infectious --- and let me call out the best thing about this record.
Some time around song 8 I click over to the spotify app and I skim that playlist and I'm like, man! 17 songs! I'm already getting kinda restless! And this is a case for not knowing when the end is coming when it comes to temporal media.
Because what the album actually does is end at track 12 (a totally standard ending pace!), rolling out on a glorious climax of proggy organ riffs, burning itself out with aplomb. Album over. Thank you for coming. What a show.
And 10 seconds of silence.
And an encore.
Untitled rolls up slowly, and Handsome slowly gears back in, subclimaxing with these great guitars that, again, would make Steve Hackett blush. And then a couple extra great little ditties, and by the time Sum Assault rides out you're euphoric.
As 17 songs it would feel stretched, overstuffed. But in the listening its just like a great rock show -- you're left wanting a little more and then you get a bit too much, and you walk out feeling dazed and satisfied.
This shit matters. It's so much better than it would've been without that break in pacing. Album flow matters. Audience experience matters because experience matters. Why is this so fucking underappreciated? Fuck, so much better than it has to be. I feel like I want to go back to this again and again, because the music is good, but because it's been laid out for listening, god fucking forbid 4/5
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