WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 27, 2008 |
Josh Epstein likes to talk in a collective voice, "we," "our," "everybody," etc. The kind of lyrical togetherness that suggests unity, universal appeal, maybe even grandeur. It's probably unintentional, but the complicated layers of the record can be unraveled to reveal a sort of brotherhood of man, a larger intention than your average consumer. Space and time seem at stake here.
"The Globe" is certainly just a small fraction of what indie dreamers The Silent years are looking to reach with their third studio album; far-off dimensions and the nether-regions of space and time seem more appropriate a goal for the intricate crafts of this album. Lead singer Josh Epstein must say "everybody" like thirty times... the target audience is obvious, and the glam of the sound is certainly universally appealing. The songs all reach for epic status, with some hitting and some missing; and all of them ultimately averaging out for an enjoyable, if not legendary experience.
"Goddamn You" is a good example of the careful craft the band, starting with eerie organ riffage, which moves into an alternative percussive groove, which adds the typical Epstein vocals, and then shuffles once more into a melodramatic space-rock odyssey (quite a journey). I like the voice, it's emotion-packed without being too insistent, and honest with being empathy-starved. Live, the band works just as well at crafting a stark balance while shooting for the stars, but as we all well know, live shows don't guarantee an interesting record.
The hooks are well sunk, the lyrics fitting, and the music is complex and strange. These should really be the only things that matter as far as an ear-pleasing record goes. There aren't any 'magic ropes' to keep me listening to this album, but I like good indie rock, so I probably will anyway.-joe puglisi