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...same aesthetic territory as previous songs, but, without a shred of creativity or punch, simply repeats the chorus “you don’t need this disease” ad nauseum. Besides Joy Division, the other obvious comparison of Editors is to Interpol, both of whom sing dark and detached tales amidst reverb-loaded guitars and squeaky clean production. But whereas Interpol, especially on “Turn on the Bright Lights,” threaten to sprawl into bloated, albeit atmospheric, songs, Editors maintain the same calculated, tight sound throughout. Alas, like Interpol, Editors suffer from mediocre...
...lute—but the arrangements are kept open and airy, with little trace of the synthesizers that buoy many of his other projects. As always, Merritt’s music has a simple, appealing exterior that belies the sharp conflict running beneath. “Shall We Sing a Duet?” features a pair of vocalists exchanging proclamations of love—but, as one of the singers reminds us, “one will never forget all the clichés and lies.” Despite the oft-caustic lyrics, these songs are a pleasant...
...STILL SO HARD FOR FEMALE DIRECTORS? That's interesting. When women became studio heads--boy, that's interesting--it didn't change anything. The second you get in that job, you still have to sing the same song. You still try to figure out how to make Spider...
...friend once told me he'd be happy to hear Neko Case sing passages from the phone book. It's no wonder. As on Case's previous three studio albums, the voice on her latest release, Fox Confessor Brings the Flood, sucks you in with its seemingly effortless power and range, an intoxicating quality that blends the best of country and gospel. Her voice is the strongest instrument on the album. Every song feels as if it were written around...
...follow. “Rockaby” was arguably the strangest and most disturbing—but because of this, also the strongest—of the pieces. A woman (Brown) rocked back and forth in a rocking chair as a disembodied voice recited a repeating and vaguely sing-songish description of the action of coming upstairs, sitting in a rocking chair, and looking out the window. At each pause, the woman said “More” and the sequence was repeated with slight variations and increasingly sinister shades to the voice’s story, leading...