ARTIST: Airport Girl
TITLE: Slow Light
LABEL:
GENRE: Indie
ENCODER: Lame 3.97 / -V2 --vbr-new
QUALITY: 185 kbps avg / 44.1 kHz / Joint Stereo
SIZE: 45.66 MB
PLAYTIME: 0h 32min total
RIP DATE: 2008-01-31
Track List
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01. There's A Crisis In Your Past 3:17
02. Hold Me Through The Night 3:19
03. Don't Let Me Down Again 3:18
04. Ode To The City 4:01
05. I've Seen Mexico 3:05
06. The Weather Song 2:45
07. Twice Around The Bay 1:38
08. How Long Can This Go On? 3:10
09. Show Me The Way 3:27
10. Low Coin (Lullaby) 1:13
11. Bullfighting 3:34
Release Notes:
As self-professed purveyors of shambolic lo-fi indie-pop, it would be unfair for
anyone to expect a rapid departure from what can only be described as the
typical Airport Girl sound.
Yet Slow Light seems to herald a slight departure from the previous
happy-go-lucky Pastel-pop of Honey, I'm An Artist to a more mature, alt-country
feel. Whether or not this suits the band at this stage is difficult to tell, but
the influence of fellow Nottingham outsiders The Chemistry Experiment shines
through like a Belisha Beacon, and the fact that TCE's Steven Kirk was on
production and mixing duties shouldn't be discounted.
Never the most prolific of bands - two albums in five years tells its own story
- Airport Girl still have that undying sensibility of creating sorrowful yet
swooning epics in equal measures, and the honey-coated gloss of 'Show Me The
Way' is no exception to the rule. Easily the highpoint of the record, it
demonstrates the band's love of many different genres, both old and new, and
probably makes it clearer why the seven core members have stayed together all
this time, and why it's taken so long to make that oh-so-difficult second album.
Still, two-thirds of this album has its heart set in Nashville. To be honest,
this brings out the best in Rob Price's distinctive, gravel-chewed voice.
'Hold Me Through The Night' is a sombre lament where Price reveals he "never
quite made Broadway", while 'I've Seen Mexico' wouldn't sound out of place in
Waylon Jennings' attic. Add to that the spontaneous interlude of 'Low Coin', an
infectious if albeit too-short whimsical lullaby, and you have the foundations
laid for a pretty tidy and well-polished record.
Just don't expect to find such arid deserts and ravenous skylines amidst their
rainy, suburban homebase.