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░ artist........ | Son Lux ░
title......... | Tomorrows I
label......... | City Slang
genre......... | Indie
rip date...... | 2020-08-13
retail date... | 2020-08-14
runtime....... | 34:42
tracks........ | 10
size.......... | 80.25MB
quality....... | CBR 320kbps 44.1kHz Stereo
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Brighter Wounds finds Son Lux transformed all over again. Last time
around, on 2015's exultant and explosive Bones, Ryan Lott's genre-
defying solo project became a bonafide band, igniting his volatile mix
of electronic pop, unusual soul and outright experimentalism. This
fifth album marks another fundamental shift as Lott leaves universal
themes behind to write from a personal perspective. While making these
songs, he became a father to a baby boy and lost a best friend to
cancer. Days of "firsts" were also days of "lasts," and the normal
fears of first-time parenthood were compounded by a frightening new
reality--Lott's son arrived shortly after Election Day. These songs
draw on all of that: warm reflections of a fading past, the pain of
still-present loss, and a mix of anxiety and hope for a future
promised to none. Fittingly, guitarist Rafiq Bhatia and drummer Ian
Chang help deliver Son Lux's most dynamic, inviting album yet.It
begins with an overture: "Forty Screams," an uneasy letter from Lott
to his unborn child with a score as theatrical as it is dooming.
Lott's ghostly whisper conveys regret--"I had wanted a better world
for you"--while also begging this innocent soul to "scream love" in
face of chaos. But the anthemic roar of "Dream State" follows,
providing instant uplift as a triumphant shout blasts through a cloud
of synths, plus woodwinds and brass from the yMusic crew, who appear
throughout Brighter Wounds. The song's ideal vision of
youth--"Invincible skin, it's how we all begin"--contrasts poignantly
against the weathered R&B of-the minimal "Labor." Chang's crisp pacing
and Bhatia's melismatic fluidity push and pull at Lott as he begs,
"Come to life," to his newborn, who required CPR upon his arrival into
this world. This sort of firsthand vulnerability is new to Son Lux,
and it makes it impossible to not feel what Lott is feeling. If Bones
provided a skeleton, then Brighter Wounds has imbued it with blood and
breath. The raw material took shape remotely at first--Lott now lives
in Los Angeles, the others in New York--but came together as an album
when the band did, in an intensive, 11-day studio residency in
Manhattan. The distance allowed each member to make himself heard in
the mix, and for space to emerge within these songs. Take "The Fool
You Need," where Chang's rhythm is both elastic and mechanistic,
Lott's voice flickers as he pledges unconditional love no matter the
cost, and Bhatia closes with a lurching, circuitous flurry, the
album's only moment of acoustic guitar. And there's "Slowly" with its
wide, stuttering gait, lyrically taking solace in the untruths we tell
each other to insulate our loved ones from the universe's brutal
indifference. The sum total of this is perhaps best heard on "All
Directions," the beating epicenter of Brighter Wounds. Elation bursts
at the seams but grinds against heartache, ultimately winning out in a
hail of soaring strings, roaring choirs and cascades of piano and
prepared guitar lines. "Weren't we beautiful once?" Lott sings before
answering, "I promise we were." This moment introduces the possibility
of triumph after loss, life after death. The song that follows is gut-
wrenching--the solemn "Aquatic" is Lott's dedication to the longtime
companion he buried in May. But ultimately, it's about letting go:
"It's time to quit the race, to carry nothing forward, for we owe it
to ourselves to bury yesterday, leave it quaking in the earth." The
stillness is broken with a jolt by "Surrounded," which sees shards of
broken rhythm assembled into a raging procession. Refusing to repeat
the steps of previous generations as he prepares to usher in a new
one, Lott declares, "I am not my father's son." A veiled reference to
Lanterns' "Alternate World" gives way to the album's most violent
moment: an accumulation of Chang's thunderous drumming refracted
through hissing amplifiers and digital noise. "Young" follows in
direct contradiction to the pandemonium. A post-script to the opening
letter, Lott's singing goes transcendent over a mournful trio of horns
as he takes on the voice of fate: "You're lucky to be young, with
future in your form," and then, "Unlucky to be young, to start so near
the end." This ambiguity delivers us to the closer, "Resurrection,"
where amid Trumpism and an unending bad-news barrage our host finds
himself doubting everything from the power of protest to the refuge of
faith to the functionality of gravity. But then he posits that instead
of end times, we may be slogging through a transition: "Out of the
darker day and into the brighter night!" returns amid a swarm of
children's voices. It's a nice bit of hard-fought optimism that nods
to the album's contradictory title, but it also brings to mind an
earlier line from Brighter Wounds: "Lie to me like I need you to do,
so I can hear you say something that sounds right."
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