The "next big thing" of indie-rock (yawn) in 2009 was
Cymbals Eat Guitars, a combo fronted by Joseph D'Agostino that
debuted with the austere and eccentric bombast-rock of
Why There Are Mountains (Sister's Den, 2009).
The desperate shout of And The Hazy Sea employed a soft-loud dynamics
like in a
sloppy version of Nirvana but also adding
a disorienting neoclassical piano.
Most songs are unstable and schizophreic. Cold Spring begins as a
heavily arranged litany,
an easy-listening version of Brian Jones-era Rolling Stones, but ends as a rousing garage bacchanal.
The seven-minute Share begins with a whisper buried in filthy guitar
drones that mutates into a solemn rhythm and ends with a frenzied jam.
Wind Phoenix (Proper Name) is a crescendo of angular riffs,
fractured beats and ugly chanting that hide a country-rock melody.
The seven-minute Like Blood Does alternates between bedroom-pop
and Broadway show tune, with a distorted orchestra and a cacophonous interlude
The poppy march-like Indiana and the
oneiric drum-less ballad What Dogs See point to a more accessible
The narrative skills are certainly above the average: the music rarely cares
about riffs and refrains, but mostly about driving a story.
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