ROCKS LIKE: Saves The Day, the Get Up Kids, Lemuria WHAT'S DIFFERENT: While Tigers Jaw's lineup was overhauled in 2013, it was essentially business as usual on that year's Charmer, with three departing members appearing on the recording. On spin, it's all Ben Walsh and Brianna Collins, and they live up to the pressure. The catchy guitar work, warm keyboards and youthful, pleading anguish of romantic loss, longing and general malaise from their...Read more
It'd be easy to open this review in a Pitchfork historian way, with broad statements about that long-suffering subculture of the goth. And sure, even the roughest sketch of what this 40-year-old fascination for death entailed - fog machines, perverse crosses, skeletal frames - would be useful for a concept album that revolves around its black-clad adherents. But any rote summary of the goth phenomenon would overlook the whole dang point of John Darnielle's...Read more
In 2010, Elizabeth Powell's career was on fire. Her sophomore release under the moniker Land of Talk--which featured members of Arcade Fire and Stars no less--was garnering critical acclaim, eventually being longlisted for the 2011 Polaris Prize, Canada's album of the year award. The venues were getting bigger and bigger for the onetime Broken Social Scene member, riding the wave as indie rock was reaching peak popularity. But then tragedy struck....Read more
Also running to indie rock's rescue after a similar quiet spell is Broken Social Scene , the collective with whom Do Make Say Think share members Charles Spearin and Ohad Benchetrit. Both camps had taken their respective premises -- one a small orchestra's worth of players making rock music, the other a rock line-up building orchestral narratives -- to considerable lengths by the advent of their last records. One now has to squint to recall a time...Read more
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