For number two means the second test recording of a band. Let us take one that has put out a disc in, say, 2007. Disco in overall very positively reviewed, discussed here and there does talk of the band, which crowns the success playing around and collect lots of moderate consensus. After the tournament, following a break or longer ending with the return of the band in the studio.
And so we got to try number two. That is never how the fateful third album, which according to many is the litmus test. At number two you can do pretty much anything you can change everything, you can repeat the same ingredients, or you can see most cases, make a middle ground. Three examples.
One. A Place To Bury Strangers - Exploding Head.
not change much on this record, compared to the previous year. Only the former was the first, and then could be more daring without worrying about comparisons or comparisons. Indeed, it was much more rough and dirty, this is not always good, but it is for the discussion of APTBS. In short: what's new in this work is not much and is unconvincing, what's old is not as good as the previous album, the perfect example is the single, "In Your Heart ". We're not talking about a bad disc but a disc that, at the end all, not worth spending fifteen euro. Better, at this point, take the CD is that the vinyl before.
Two. Twilight Sad - Forget The Night Ahead.
For Twilight Sad worth more or less the same speech, but in an inverse sense. What was good about the previous "14 Autumns & 15 Winters " has remained a constitutive element of the disc, if we are even more mature. Add to this the most dynamic pull-inspired post-punk, which compared favorably with the previous (which however were anything but quiet) and contrast pieces without even the slightest hint of bass and drums to great effect . There are individuals, but convincing certainly not the best moments on the disc. There is a pearl like "That Room" that no one knows where to place: Sigur Ros's Takk are a start, but we are talking about the tip of the iceberg. A wall of guitar noise that grows up to be above it, without that do not even realize until, suddenly, twenty seconds left in the field are just bass, drums and an arpeggio as light as a feather. And immediately after "That Birthday pres t" which is more or less "style of the piece green day" of the Scottish guys (if green day could never be taken as a yardstick). And right after "Under The Bed floorboards," and falls into a sea of \u200b\u200bsadness distilled drop to drop. And so on, until the end. A great album, tied with a red double-wire system but that it stands out precisely at the moments when we feel the need for novelty. Approvatissimo.
Three. Fuck Buttons - Tarot Sport
I'm not yet convinced one hundred percent that I like this record. The former was a show, and now this. At first I stopped listening after the first three pieces, I felt all alone on the fifth listen, I liked the tenth over the previous year. If " Street Horrrsing " was the dark side of the band, this is the bright side. But just as in the first there were beacons of light in the dark (see "Bright Tomorrow ") Here are times when the sun is covered by clouds (" Phantom Limb ")." Tarot Sport is a record that fundamentally change the tables, although a hearing may not seem inattentive. Paradoxically, the direction they take this work seems the most obvious and natural consequence of the above, but of course this argument works only if done in reverse: you imagined you would have a record like that before listening?
The conclusions of the discourse are the discs themselves, I think.
Do you agree?
