Tall Ships
Everything Touching
Release Date: Oct 16, 2012
Genre(s): Pop/Rock
Record label: Big Scary Monsters / Blood And
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Album Review: Everything Touching by Tall Ships
Very Good, Based on 4 Critics
Based on rating 8/10
Following the release of two strong if slightly self-conscious EPs, Everything Touching, the debut album from Falmouth, England's Tall Ships, is undoubtedly the product of a band full of patience. Giving themselves the time and space needed to grow and find their formula before taking the full-length plunge, the three-piece's time on tour played a huge part, providing an essential learning curve that encouraged them to play to their strengths in the studio. For starters, the guitars are louder, taking center stage with crunching, gutsy riffs that make the quiet, subtle moments all the more poignant.
Based on rating 7/10
It’s fitting to say that Falmouth’s Tall Ships have been steadily coursing their own path for the past five years. By way of relentless touring backing any band under the sun, the three piece have remolded the improvisational intricacies of their first two EPs into a broader, yet more tightly compacted element that aims to reach high. The first wrinkles of maturity are starting to show for a band that has repeatedly questioned their own sound, perhaps due to them coming from a musical climate that has turned its back on what they’ve been trying to achieve.
Based on rating 6.0/10
The year spanning 1998 to 1999 was a memorable one in the history of Cornwall, the UK's most southwesterly county. In 1998, the Tall Ships, a fleet of traditionally rigged wooden boats, visited Falmouth harbor for a momentous race. South Crofty closed, the final stronghold of the county's historic tin-mining industry. In 1999, Cornwall's cliffs proved one of the best vantage points to witness a rare solar eclipse.
Opinion: Excellent
The boffin-rocking trio’s debut displays dizzying craftsmanship. Ben Hewitt 2012 Naysayers would often have you believe that rock‘n’roll is no thinking man’s game: that ginormous riffs and titanium-plated choruses belong to those who rely solely on their guts rather than their craniums. But those in the know are aware you don’t have to dim your brain’s switches to enjoy air-punching jubilation.