Monday 14 January 2013

ALBUM: VILLAGERS - {Awayland}



There’s not a lot to say about Villagers that hasn't already been said. A subject of much well-deserved gushing from music critics and musicians alike, Conor O’Brien and co had the task of converting the hype generated from a Mercury-nominated debut album into a second effort that would solidify their status as one of the most exciting and interesting acts around. The result of this endeavour comes in the form of ‘{Awayland}’.

Debut album ‘Becoming A Jackal’ was a slow-burner, and ‘{Awayland}’ has the same sort of feel about it. ‘My Lighthouse’ doesn't quite carry the weight of previous album opener ‘I Saw The Dead’, but despite this it is no less poignant. ‘Nothing Arrived’ is pleasant enough but ultimately feels as empty as the non-arrival it describes. ‘Judgement Call’ has potential but in the end just feels like a poor man’s ‘Ship Of Promises’. Holding ‘{Awayland}’ up to the light of ‘Becoming A Jackal’ seems a little obvious but it is a necessary exercise, and in parts the second record does not reach the heights of its elder sibling.

There are treasures to be had, however, and what treasures they are. The title track makes for a perfect interlude midway through the album; its simplicity is devastating and one wishes only that it could have been longer. The closing trio of ‘Grateful Song’, ‘In A Newfound Land You Are Free’ and ‘Rhythm Composer’ beguile, console and charm in equal measure. Slithers of electronica can be found snaking through such tracks as ‘The Waves’, tentative yet successful experiments. Where Villagers get it right on ‘{Awayland}’, they really get it right, and if the record ages as well as ‘Becoming A Jackal’ then who knows what heights the band will reach. 

7/10

ALBUM: EVERYTHING EVERYTHING - ARC


After what seems like an age since we first heard lead single ‘Cough Cough’, Everything Everything’s second album ‘Arc’ is here for us to devour, and there is certainly plenty of meat on these bones. After such a promising debut effort in ‘Man Alive’ there has been so much attention on the Manchester-based quartet that they could well have buckled under the pressure; instead, they have held strong and created another brilliant album.

What is perhaps most striking is that this time around, the cerebral pop that is integral to the Everything Everything sound has a more human edge to it. There aren’t quite so many metaphors to unpack; the listener already has some of the touchstones for themselves. This brings a softness that tempers the more frenetic moments on the record, and nowhere is this marriage of the smooth and the rough more evident than in ‘Armourland’, the closest the band get to a love song of sorts. The sharp-edged verses give way to choruses that yearn and serenade like a warped cabaret crooner. Elsewhere, ‘The House Is Dust’ shows a preoccupation with the future of mankind, and ‘Feet For Hands’ couples a quasi-flamenco sound with a particularly eloquent monologue of despair and depression.

As well as these interludes of introspection, there are the flourishes and sonic spectacles that we have come to expect from Everything Everything. ‘Torso Of The Week’ works its way up from just voice and drums to an explosive chorus that cannot fail to get your feet tapping, while ‘Radiant’ is sculpted around a guitar hook so catchy it may never leave your head. To follow up a Mercury-nominated debut album is undoubtedly a tricky task, but with ‘Arc’ Everything Everything have made it look stupidly easy.

9/10


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