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Dust Lane Review

Dust Lane
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Yann Tiersen's score for Jean-Pierre Jeunet's 2000 French comedy, Amelie, remains, many insist, the great film score of its time. Rather than relying on classical composition (as do most big budget Hollywood films) or the quirky minimalism of most American indies, Tiersen's name-making score established the composer's name by utilizing, for example, accordions and harpsichords in the place of cellos and violins. Big, fancy, details productions that sounded like nothing before, yet were organic and dramatic. Following the Amelie score, which was never properly released in the U.S., Tiersen continued making solo records across the pond, eventually composing another well-thought-of score for a movie called Goodbye, Lenin - also great. Now, all these years later and after a huge amount of success in France, Tiersen has released his first proper stateside record, Dust Lane, for U.S. indie Anti- Records.
Though Americans know Tiersen mostly as a whimsical-yet-technical composer, he has, in his native land, released music that can be grouped in with a number of different genres, including post-rock and even progressive rock. For Dirt Lane Tiersen has taken the guitar-driven style he's flirted with along the way, creating an eight-song epic that should alert a new fan base, likely comprised mostly of 20- and 30-something males who dabble in early 70s electric jazz, loved Radiohead deeply for a period and now talk mostly about Canadian collectives, "movements," Sigur Ros, Mogwai and, probably, French films.
The strings and accordions, xylophones, harpsichords and melodicas pop up here and there, but the focus is on the electric guitar, which Tiersen is masterful - if not showy - with when it comes to composing. Also, the vocals, which aren't used in a hook-verse-hook format, are all in English, a first for the artist. And while the vocal tracks are all very effective and enjoyable, they work only to hold together and decorate the accompaniments, never offering any real lyrical depth, merely presenting a theme focused focused on morality and introspection. Mostly, there's chanting, choruses and vocals made to sound like samples - all things that add to the epic build and swell of each song.
So, yes, the focus here, as it should be, is on Tiersen's great compositions. As always for Yann, the songs are very approachable for listeners with widescreen palates, effortlessly creating a cinematic spin on the sound of bands like Godspeed You Black Emperor and even producers like Jel and Prefuse 73.
The result is an album worthy of breakthrough hype, full of rich, deeply composed and highly enjoyable post-rock that arrives as fully formed as any Silver Mount Zion out there. Certainly created for the American alternative market, Dust Lane should, if people actually hear about it, open new doors for one of France's most beloved musicians. I could go on and on about the many details of Tiersen's new masterpiece, but will refrain, for fear that doing so might take away some of the fun of exploring these songs for yourself. Not just for fans of Mogwai and even obvious flagship bands like Radiohead, Dust Lane could and should do well with a number of sub-markets. Sophisticated ears, I suppose you could say, will find much to love here.

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Already a major performer in his native France and throughout Europe, classical trained composer Yann Tiersen is best known in the US for his art house hit film soundtracks Amelie and Goodbye Lenin. Dust Lane, Tiersen's official Anti and US debut, is a cinematic orchestral pop record that recalls the swagger of classic Serge Gainsbourg, the bravura of early Eno and the faded music-hall grandeur of Brits like Pulp and Divine Comedy as it veers from sunny folk-inspired songs to full choir workouts.

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These Four Walls Review

These Four Walls
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This is, without a doubt, the BEST new band and album that I have stumbled across in a loooooooong time!
As a guy in my mid-30's (wife, kids, & job have taken over my life)... it's very frustrating trying to find "new" music that is compelling, original, and meaningful. Equally hard to find an entire album that can be enjoyed from start to finish. These guys have managed to accomplish ALL of these things!
I won't try to overly categorize this band. Suffice it to say that they clearly manage to express some punk-rock influences without "being" overtly punk-rock. The prevailing style of the album revolves around driving anthems that crescendo into beautiful climaxes. They don't seem interested in being or sounding like anyone else in particular. The energy that these guys generate is infectious. And the vocals just seem so sincere that, despite the obvious and unapologetic Scottish accent, it becomes intriguing and makes you WANT to listen more closely.
2 listens and it was over, for me. I was HOOKED! This is the type of band that you can't help wanting to share with others... primarily b/c you just know that your friends will ultimately thank you for it.
Buy 2 copies of this album!!!...(so you'll have an extra copy to give to that person you know, who always finds the best new bands first, but has not heard of these guys, yet!)

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Like fellow Scotsmen Frightened Rabbit and The Twilight Sad, We Were Promised Jetpacks bring emotional intensity to the forefront in their immensely appealing rock anthems. Adding nimble, driving rhythms and bristling tension to the mix, they unfold their songs into effortless-seeming choruses imbued with romanticism and pop sensibility.

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f#a# (infinity symbol) Review

f#a# (infinity symbol)
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"The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we're on so many drugs, with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their polls."
With this harrowing, deep-voiced monologue begins _f#a#00_ (I can't make the infinity symbol so I'm improvising), a cinematic masterpiece lacking pictures but telling a lucid tale. Long, dusty, lonely elegies of smotheringly morose music illustrate a world on the brink of apocalypse. This is Godspeed You Black Emperor!'s first readily available album (forget trying to find their debut...only 33 copies were ever made ::sigh::), and to many it was their first experience to this band's stunning power. Calm but eerie silences can be extremely disarming as crescendos and loud dynamics can creep up unexpectedly, then retreat with equal abruptness. The band has seemingly concretized into a nonet, but here I'm not sure how many musicians actually worked on this record (I've heard numbers from nine to seventeen). Needless to say this is not a conventional rock band at all. I'm not sure I'd call this rock music anyway -- the writing is so structurally unusual, stylistically diverse, and instrumentally the band works more like a mini-orchestra. Each instrument, from violins to guitars to percussion, is an integral part of an organic collective rather than different musicians working together. Erm, those might sound like the same thing but they really aren't.
Each track is a lengthy suite (16-minutes, 18-minutes, and 28-minutes long) languidly flowing through several movements. Taken individually, each section is remarkable in its own right but the full power of the music is the meshing of different passages to splash different undertows of emotion over a general mood. One could easily say the individual passages have nothing to do with each other and feel randomly spliced together, but I couldn't disagree more. Each movement carries on from the last with coterminous emotions, establishing a congruous whole encapsulated within each track. Perhaps the different movements don't make cohering musical sense (though I don't know who would be actually qualified to say such a thing), but they _do_ make emotional sense.
"The preacher-man says it's the end of time...so says the preacher-man, but I don't go on what he says."
For all of GYBE!'s anguished dirges for apocalyptic endings, there is a faint sparkle of hope sluiced somewhere inside that doomed, lonely shell. This dichotomy of tone -- faint-but-defiant hope and crushing despair -- is emotionally twisting, uniquely powerful, and has resonated through me ever since I've started listening to this band. I'm not sure how long the feeling will last, but this stuff cuts deep. The crescendos this band peaks at are nothing less than utterly overpowering -- 11 minutes into track 2, "East Hastings", I come dangerously close to crawling into a dark corner, clutching myself in the fetal position, and whimpering , "mommy..."
"...hungover it's awful, the sound of trains collapsing back behind of here; outside there are distant birds circling in front of 7 miles of heavy cloud falling down, &from where you're lying one of those clouds looks like a hanged man leading a blind, indifferent horse...THIS IS MILE END MY FRIEND, the hollowed out ruins here &a train runs straight thru them... we made a record here in mile End..."
Those familiar with the band's mythic anonymity and vehement artistic credo may call them pretentious, but I'll be damned if they don't write some of the greatest music I've ever heard. Turn off the lights, crank the volume (this needs to be heard LOUD), and become lost in Mile End. It's a despairing, forlorn place, but you may never want to leave.

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Debut album from this stellar group. Not available for Japan/UK/Europe

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