![]() ![]() It keeps you on your toes for only so long, until you realize you can see it coming from a mile away. Their sudden transitions from soft, introspective melodies to all-out noise assaults is exciting at first, but the novelty quickly wears off. Aereogramme’s guitar effects feel equally clumsy half the time, it sounds like someone accidentally tripped over their pedal and they simply forgot to take the blunder out of the final mix.īut it’s the band’s sense of continuity, more than anything else, that hurts the album. There’s the secondhand screaming on “Shouting For Joey,” which sounds like the early demos Zao hoped noone would find. Each starts off beautifully, but by the end, it’s been messed up and irrevocably harmed by some misplaced element. Aereogramme always seems to introduce a fatal flaw into their songs. ![]() The song’s melody takes on a darker leaning, and Craig implores “Undecided, should I pray to something else?.” But suddenly, the song devolves into a torrent of angst-ridden screams and distorted guitars that just, well, feel laughable and clumsy compared to the emotional opening minutes.Īnd so it goes for much of the album. Again the quiet/loud dynamics, this time exploding into a gorgeous cascade of guitar and organ, as Craig sings “In a way, without hate/I wouldn’t be what I am.” As it continues, it seems like Aereogramme is well on their way to delving deeper and deeper into the song’s guts. You almost wish his strings would break, if only to bring the song to an end.īut with “Post-Tour, Pre-Judgement,” Aereogramme seems to have regained their composure. But rather than increase the song’s potency, his wrangling sticks out like a sore thumb. The song’s final moments finds Craig clumsily trying to throttle more and more noise from his guitar. But as the song progresses, its focus begins to weaken. ![]() There’s another quiet part, this time with a soft piano melody and the odd guitar scraping. The quiet/loud thing is certainly blistering and exciting à la Sonic Youth, Roadside Monument, and countless others. But as quickly as the guitars rattle your speakers, they give way to a more subdued part that starts building up under Craig B’s (Ganger) soft vocals. The album sure starts off on the right foot, with metallic scrapings and frantic drumbeats giving way to a wall of guitars reminiscent of Fold Zandura’s aggressive atmospherics. I thought the “Labradford phenomena” might occur yet again, as the disc started spinning in my car. It sat in my glove compartment for a month or so, until I pulled it out one sunny Saturday afternoon. ![]() I heard the hype, calling Aereogramme the next big thing in post-rock, following the likes of Mogwai. I wanted my initial observations to turn out to be misguided. I wanted to be so wrong on this one, folks. ![]()
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