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:: Release Info:
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:: Artist......> The Twilight Sad
:: Title.......> The Twilight Sad
:: Label.......> Fatcat
:: Genre.......> Indie
:: Rip.Date....> 000-00-0000
:: Street.Date.> 000-00-0000
:: Source......> CDDA
:: Quality.....> VBRkbps - Joint-Stereo
:: Play Time...> 25:52 min
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:: Track Listing:
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:: 01. But When She Left, Gone Was the Glow
:: 02. That Summer, at Home I Had Become the Invisible Boy
:: 03. Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite So Hard
:: 04. And She Would Darken the Memory
:: 05. Three Seconds of Dead Air
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:: Release Notes:
::
:: If teenage dreams are hard to beat, it's only because they're so
:: vivid. I mean, adolescence has its own peculiar torments, and the
:: tragedies and triumphs of those fraught hair-getting years seem
:: to occur on a vast, existential scale: The first cut is the
:: deepest, and then you drown in it. When ur-teenager Holden
:: Caulfield finds the world full of phonies, he sets off trying to
:: save children everywhere from its moral perils; in One Hundred
:: Years of Solitude, young Aureliano Buendφa discovers love and
:: expresses it "in poetry that had no beginning and no end." Some
:: of us just made asses of ourselves-- huge, Wreckx-N-Effect asses.
::
:: The debut from Glasgow's the Twilight Sad articulates youthful
:: emotional grandeur with all the eloquence of hindsight. When
:: scars become anthems, old wounds are never far beneath the
:: surface. The quartet's five-song EP pierces singer James Graham's
:: embattled burr and quixotic lyrics with guitars that shimmer,
:: creak, and finally twist in upon themselves before crumbling,
:: like a flame-ravaged house, into noisy rubble. With composer Max
:: Richter co-producing, the Twilight Sad's dramatic use of space
:: aligns them with arty labelmates like Animal Collective and Sigur
:: R≤s, and the EP's epic scope makes the group an angst-ridden
:: younger brother to London avant-popsters Guillemots. Raise your
:: lighters, y'all, but you're wearing headphones. And you're mad
:: lonely.
::
:: So, kids today-- they all right? Happily, nah. "The kids are on
:: fire in the bedroom," Graham sings amid accordion and
:: earth-quaking drums on "That Summer, At Home I Had Become the
:: Invisible Boy" (typical of the Twilight Sad's titles), about a
:: troubled 14-year-old with a broken heart. During the trance-like
:: cymbal swirl of "Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite So Hard",
:: Graham's narrator admits, "I only wanna say goodbye," while "3
:: Seconds of Dead Air" slowly crescendos through almost nine
:: minutes, hearing secrets after everybody else and "holding on for
:: too long"-- a welcome surfeit. Ah, yes: the Twilight Miserable.
::
:: Sure, but, in the best way. Like the Walkmen, the Twilight Sad
:: rehabilitate the U2 stadium anthem by rescuing it from the
:: post-Coldplay kingdom: the Glaswegian mopers through
:: lip-quivering emotion punctuated with explosions rather than
:: their New York peers' subway-wind exhortations. With a sound as
:: big, aching, and volatile as their songs, the Twilight Sad remind
:: us that adulthood-- soulless jobs that never pay enough, precious
:: free time squandered accidentally hurting people you love, even
:: sleepless hours locked in staring contests with an unblinking
:: ceiling-- still isn't as generally crappy as becoming an adult.
:: Nor, potentially, as exquisite.
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:: Buy it if you like it!!
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