Category: Music

Flying Lotus has always been a favorite of mine when I made the choice to expand my musical horizons. Ever since his second album, Los Angeles, I fell in love with the hip-hop beats and overall experimentation and how far his motifs would go. You’re Dead is one of those surreal gems that shows through the drips of jazz, jazz-fusion, straight-up hip-hop and rap, how talented he is and how years can put on influences you never thought you’d use.

During the opening tracks, “Theme”, “Tesla”, “Cold Dead”, and “Fkn Dead” you hear the grating electric guitars and the lovely and smooth saxophones that combine in a way that emphasizes the theme of the album: death. Besides the titles that just have the word “dead” sprinkled on it, the sounds throughout the record are dark, eerie, and even sometimes legitimately otherworldly in their execution. Of course the crown jewel in this album is the single with Kendrick Lemar, “Never Catch Me”. This has to be one of the best songs not only on this album, but in the entirety of FlyLo’s discography, and seeing him work with Kendrick on lyrics that push forth the contemplation of death and sometimes the injustice that happens when someone dies, is beyond gorgeous, it’s heavenly (pun completely intended)

As you get deeper into the album,  you sometimes begin to question if this is actually him producing all of this (in a good way, I promise). “Turkey Dog Coma” is a fast-paced jazz jam complete with guitar that sounds like Yes, drums that come from the very essence of post-bop and avant-garde jazz, and the slightest flutters spread throughout the track that actually kind of remind me of the sea of floating lanterns in Tangled. “Stirring”, although short, is a throwback tribute to Bibio‘s Silver Wilkinson with the arpeggiated acoustic guitar; like a campfire near the River Styx. Speaking of the Styx, our ferryman, “Coronus, the Terminator” is a gospel meander through the sights of the Underworld. You can hear and see in the distance this lanky figure coming to pick you up in a dilapidated rowboat, and as you travel down you can see these strong but pale workers renovating the Underworld under their leader’s orders.

One of the most pleasant surprises is Angel Deradoorian, formerly of Dirty Projectors making an appropriate appearance on the woozy and dreamlike “Siren Song” that continues on the fantasy of the River Styx with some wah-wah guitars from an old Barry White song and a slow beat that grows just that much more cacophonous with each passing “ah” from her. “Turtles” has a vintage sound to it with the bass levels raised up a little more, still making this dream-like state a tribal R&B experience. “Ready Err Not” sounds like something out of an underwater level in an updated Super Mario game, and while… interesting to listen to, doesn’t really add that much for me. “Eyes Above” does come back with some beautiful jazz work again and immediately fades into “Moment of Hesitation”, which is subtly chaotic. Yeah, it’s an oxymoron, but with the tempo and style all over the place, but being played so soft, that’s really all you can describe it as.

The Thundercat vocal tracks have become a staple that I didn’t really feel needed to be included on the last album. “Mmmhmmm” was the exception, but they’re starting to sound the same. Case and point: “Descent into Madness”, good thing it’s mercifully short. And it’s a good thing that “The Boys Who Died In Their Sleep” is short too. The garbled vocals sounds like something I would just play with on GarageBand and is more distracting than interesting. The lyrics on the other hand are very sad and it’s touching, I just wish it didn’t have that intro. “Obligatory Cadence” is a little more funky and forgiving than “Coronus” but it still manages to get you interested in another dreamy walkabout track. Niki Randa‘s appearance is something I’ve been looking forward to since her songs on the last album. Her smooth, soulful, breathy and quiet voice gets a much needed boost by Ellison’s production in the spacey “Your Potential//The Beyond”. Finally, “The Protest” is an encouraging end to an album dealing with death with the chorus chanting “We will live on, forever and ever.” The ending beat actually sounds like the callback to Los Angeles, and I hope that means that album will continue to live on.

I dare you to find me someone who didn’t at least like Walk the Moon’s self-titled debut album. It’s just an 11-song marathon of jam after danceable jam infused with glorious rock tropes and infectious pop melodies. Every time I go back to the album I can’t fathom how absolutely catchy it is or how a band was able to hit a home run in their debut. So, when their second album was announced there was the overall feeling of excitement, but an underlying dark feeling of dread that we’d hit a sophomore slump. Walk the Moon took that sentiment and threw it in our faces with the triumphant return that is Talking is Hard.

The album kicks off with their second single off the album, “Different Colors.” The single adroitly gives you a taste of what’s to come. The rock infused journey down the memory lane of 80s pop music, that’s not as straight forward as Bleachers’ Strange Desire, is clear nonetheless.

What this album makes even more prevalent about Walk the Moon is they know how to write a fucking chorus. Try not to shout along to any of them, it’ll pain you. Even if the song surrounding the chorus is subpar, you know that all those progressions lead into something great.

Take for example the clear standout of the record, lead single “Shut Up and Dance.” Its infectious twangy guitar melodies pushed together with an anthemic chorus makes for a song that you have to just… well, shut up and dance. It repeats the success that the band had with their indie hit “Anna Sun,” which had similar qualities. Where “Shut Up and Dance” and the entire album for that matter differs is its journey into other facets of rock like rock n’ roll and even hard rock, which is most prevalent in “Up 2 U.”

However, despite a few digressions toward other genres, the album always comes back to its dance-rock and glorious indie pop roots with songs like “Avalanche”, “Down in the Dumps”, and “Work this Body”, which anchor down the solid second half of the album. Most of the half enforces their 80s leaning pop sound that they’ve been work towards all along, but finally hit with this album. That’s clear with backend standout “Spend Your $$$.”

Where the word maturity comes in is with their new found ability to not simply just put out a succession of dance pop surefire hits. Although that worked with their self-titled, it would doom the band for failure if they kept with it throughout their career. Talking is Hard doesn’t exactly reach the heights of their debut, but it hits a different type of height. It’s a new step on the ladder towards the goal they’ve always been working to. And even if it’s just a step, it’s a damn good one. Maybe even an AOTY contender.

SBTRKT, the reclusive electronic artist, came into the fray with his self-titled debut album that combined house, some dubstep elements and minimalist soul. With collaborations under his belt with Little Dragon’s Yukimi Nagano, Londoner Jessie Ware and relative newcomer, the soulful Sampha, his debut was a breath of fresh digital air in this era of stagnant EDM and soulless pop. Of course we were all waiting for something else that he could knock our socks off with, and with the announcement of Wonder Where We Land, our prayers seemed to be answered. Unfortunately, it’s not the triumphant return we were hoping for and instead we have a bit of a mish-mash of good ideas executed poorly, and some perfectly fine tracks in terms of the way he goes about making them.

We start off with some ambient tracks like “Day 1” and “Day 5” which aren’t his best, but the little motifs do bring some cool noises and engrossing atmospheres to the table. “Lantern” is one of the best tracks on here, and one that I’ve been searching for, it’s one that has SBTRKT being SBTRKT: an instrumental with jarring changes and a fast-paced foundation underneath it all. However within the first 5 tracks, “Wonder Where We Land” and “Higher” don’t seem as on-point as these others do. “Higher” features rapper Raury just everyday spitting over an honestly cool beat, but the consistency doesn’t deter the lyrics. “Wonder Where We Land” is a Sampha track at its most meh with no real buildup, but like rain you’re wishing to go away.

Things start to pick up with the guest vocals and ideas with “Look Away” featuring Chairlift’s Caroline Polachek, who’s autotuned aspects work well with her natural voice. However, the same problem with a lot of these songs is prevalent here: It ends abruptly with no room for fades or growth. “Temporary View” is the track that is most like what I expected from this album. It sounds like a b-side from the debut, only with a lot softer electronics and a gorgeous, deepening piano that sends you through space as depicted by 2001: A Space Odyssey. “NEW DORP, NEW YORK.” is one of the most fun singles that I’ve heard, and that combined with the pure nonsensical lyrics by Vampire Weekend’s Ezra Koenig just makes for a strange trip through The City That Never Sleeps. “Everybody Knows” is what I would loved to see this album be about. It sounds a bit more like Disclosure, but even then, the combination of the sultry sleepy vocals and the strings that come up in the background is a must-have for a electro-funk playlist.

The tracks from here on out are a bit more experimental and you begin to see a natural progression through this mess, although it’s still a mess. “Problem (Solved)” with the lovely Jessie Ware, is short but mystical with the minimalist piano being the first of the movement into traditional instruments with Wonder Where We Land. It’s an R&B waft through the cherry blossoms. “If It Happens” is more of a John Legend-esque piano interlude with Sampha, and it works within the last five songs, but not in the whole context of the album, beautiful but misguided. “Gon Stay” is the most ambitious of the songs with Sampha though. It jumps from the soulful vocals to the instrumental with a gorgeous, delayed bass that’s akin to a sadder version of Rusted Root’s “Send Me On My Way”. It has very little electronic blips and boops in it, and it’s like SBTRKT’s journey into classic rock and blue-eyed soul. The chopped-and-screwed piano on “The Light” is dark and plays a nice hook, even though the tune seems to lack a lot of punch for the vocals to show their true potential like “Pharaohs” on the debut. Finally, “Voices in My Head” has nothing short of the same problems that “Higher” did, a childish rap with a killer instrumental backing it. The jazz-oriented music from Warpaint doesn’t deserve to have A$AP Ferg rap over it. It mirrors the biggest problem that I have with this album: Killer introduction but a less than stellar ending.

“Remember all the days you were so lonely. When leaving wasn’t the only thing on your mind.”

Trying to standout among the New Brunswick music scene isn’t an easy task. It’s a community that’s absolutely packed with incredible potential and exciting new sounds, but Monterey is standing out in a very unique way. Just give their EP “The King’s Head” a listen, then take it over to their latest EP “Sailors.” The band’s exploration of new sounds came at the perfect time to complement the complete change over to more emotional and personal records that are swarming our ears. The switch over from Americana to Indie Rock is an odd one, but in this case it really worked for the trio.

Although there’s a formula and deep emotion to the EP, there is no denying the pulsing energy flowing through all four songs. At times it gets a bit overly sentimental, particularly in its lyrics, the band’s ability to turn out anthemic songs makes up for any downfall from the lyrics. Opening song “Can’t Live Like This” has  a surf rock quality that pulses through to mix with a light punk rock sound that feels like the overarching trend of their new sound.

However, the clear standout from the release has to be single “Sailors.” It’s the type of song that demands to be heard. With an incredibly melodic verse giving way to an assaulting chorus and working its way to a absolute high point finish complete with gang vocals and all. What’s more impressive is the song is the darkest point lyrically. The song gorgeously complements the EP closer “The Battle” which further explores the albums dark roots with an all out jam.

The best part about “Sailors” is that it’s such an easy listen. It’s an energetic four song EP that just gives you jam after jam. There’s definitely room to grow as the band discovers their new sound, but if this is any indication, they’re moving in the right direction.

You can preorder “Sailors” over on iTunes and check out our interview with the band here!

Topshelf Records has a place near and dear to my heart.

It’s the label that signed one of the bands that I sat in awe watching back in the 10th grade days of post-rock yore. Now that I get to review one of their newest releases, I can take a little taste of their full catalog. The Jazz June is my first victi-I mean, review. Hailing from Philadelphia, I thought these guys were gonna be your typical pop-punk quartet of teenagers. (I actually thought they were a jazz band because of the name, but I digress). I was pleasantly surprised with the first two songs that breathed a little bit of somber and blissfully apathetic life into my library.

“Over Underground” has the intro of something a little dreamier than what pop-punkers now bring to the table, but it evolves into a catchy song with a really aggressive hook that the vocalist really doesn’t use in the next couple of tracks. This is basically the storm before the calm (yes you read that right). “After the Earthquake” has this style akin to The Dismemberment Plan. The humdrum vocals against a medium-speed beat make for a very relaxing tune, like a calming wave on a gloomy day at the beach. “It Came Back” is a brilliantly classic alternative rock instrumental with something that reminds of late 90’s early 2000’s rock songs, and it gets me nostalgic. Also, during the second verse there’s a point where you can’t tell if the instrument in the background is a piano or guitar, and it’s just mysteriously satisfying.

“Stuck on Repeat” brings me back to the halcyon indie rock days of Smashing Pumpkins clones complete with the sliding guitars that are dissonant, yet groovy. “Ain’t It Strange” reminds me of Los Campesinos! and the entire catalog of bands that talk about how much they want to leave the town. However, these guys do seem to something else away from their younger counterparts, they manage to make the stories of love, boredom, and homesickness an adult thing that many in my age group feel.

I don’t feel as strongly about the lead single off the album, “Edge of Space” or “With Honors”. They seem more or less like stuff that you’ve heard on Joyce Manor, but without the PUNK angst and apathy. But with everything that’s on this album, it sounds clean. Gorgeously produced, nothing too distorted, as alternative as it can get with the production. The album as a whole has enough rockin’ variety to keep you dancing and to keep you entertained, but never enough to overwhelm or bore you.

Jack Antonoff is a busy man. In addition to being the guitarist for the pop band fun., he also wrote songs with Carly Rae Jepsen, Tegan and Sara, Sara Bareilles, Christina Perri, and Taylor Swift (the song “Sweeter than Fiction” was nominated for a Golden Globe). However, he takes a slightly different route with Bleachers.

The best way to describe Antonoff’s newest album is as 11 consecutive quintessential 80’s anthems. I’m not gonna lie, most of the songs feel like they fell off The Breakfast Club soundtrack, or some other John Hughes movie. Which is a good thing considering that was Antonoff’s intention. Every single track followed that thread. So much of it was this great mash-up of teenage angst from the 80’s and today that was similarly mixed up in its music.

Much like Daft Punk’s “Random Access Memories” and M83’s “Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming” (two album I absolutely adored), “Strange Desire” uses typical 80’s tropes like big drum sounds and jangly guitars, while also infusing some present-day synth-pop appeal. Although, it’s kind of hard not to relate a single track to some corner stone of our musical history. Sometimes I even questioned whether I was listening to an album produced in 2014 (of course I didn’t, but just wanted to add some emphasis). Even the subject matter of waiting for someone to call you or watching someone that you can’t have or “I can’t believe I captured you heart” in the standout track “Wake Me” are pulled from 80’s movie tropes.

Although so much of this is pulled from different genres, the standout tracks for me were downright catchy pop songs like “I Wanna Get Better” and “Roller Coaster”, and the sing at the top of your lungs anthems like “Like a River Runs.” These songs are only enhanced by the strong production, which reminds me a lot of Imagine Dragons’ (an album I disliked, but a production I could appreciate) ability to create songs that could be performed in an arena or jammed out to in the shower.

Antonoff is extremely talented, there’s no question about that. As a trip down nostalgia avenue, “Strange Desire” is a phenomenal triumph. He succeeded in his goal, no doubt. The issue is that he let that goal constrain the rest of the album past the strong first half. I hope he sticks with this project. It has the potential to grow into something great. For what it’s worth, I couldn’t help but throwing up a triumphant fist as I walked under the football post.

“Everything has chains.” That’s hard-learned wisdom from Brian Fallon, The Gaslight Anthem’s frontman, on “Selected Poems”, a latter-half album cut from the Jersey quartet’s latest album Get Hurt. It’s been a particularly hard year for Fallon, as he divorced from his wife of ten years. But he’s also had to deal with the aftermath of failed acts of self-sabotage like this, and ultimately come to grips with his and the band’s increasing popularity, as well as the persistent comparisons to a certain fellow New Jersey-an. Fans of the band are certainly rooting for a triumphant return after such personal turmoil, but they may have to wait. Get Hurt is a bloodletting that rarely feels cathartic, with its sound too often regressing to the mean of alt-rock radio as they try to break free of the sound they had so carefully honed over the previous four albums.

This is apparent from the get-go. Opener “Stay Vicious” sounds anything but, opting for big, generic sounding distortion that you might otherwise get with Stone Temple Pilots, or worse, Nickleback. It makes for perhaps the weakest song in the band’s entire catalogue. We hear ugly guitar tones like this again on “Stray Paper” and “Ain’t That a Shame”. It’s a bizarre choice for a band more than capable of making original sounding rock n’ roll while still paying respect to its traditions. Even as they made a play to follow in the footsteps of their heartland rock forebears on 2012’s Handwritten, Gaslight’s sound maintained a uniquely uplifting punk spirit even through those melancholic and bluesy numbers. Now when they try to open up to that sound, as with “1,000 Years” and “Red Violins”, it results in something that sounds tired and uninspired. The album as a whole suffers greatly from an overall sterile sound, which is hard to imagine considering Handwritten was recorded in the same studio (Blackbird Studios in Nashville) and sounds much more organic. I’m not about to speculate what producer Mike Crossey did to make things sound they way they do, but I’d encourage him not to do it again. Arrangements, by and large, are strikingly boring, particularly on “Get Hurt”, which is too reliant on an overly synthetic guitar sound, and latter-half cut “Selected Poems”, which, if not for the lyrically strong and apropos chorus might get lost by sounding too much like everything else. And speaking of latter-half cuts, the boredom increases, unfortunately, with “Break Your Heart”, which is not only the weakest ballad in the band’s discography,but also a huge disappointment considering the devastation that was palpable on Handwritten’s “National Anthem”. Much of Get Hurt lacks the aggression and energy Gaslight had on previous releases, and it is sorely missed. Alex Rosamilia’s guitarwork is excellent as always, but this batch of songs could really use his earlier-period style of maximalist leads. All of this results in an album that can be a slog to get through, at times.

Luckily, there is a three-song section that breezes by as a vision to what this album could have been. “Helter Skeleton” takes a melody that could have been used as an 80’s sitcom theme, beefs it up with some tremolo-effected guitar (and the album’s brief glimpse of Rosamilia’s old guitar style), throws what could have been a Beach Boys line in the chorus, and peppers in some dark matter (“something tells me I will die alone”) for what is arguably the strongest track on the record. Then comes the noir-ish “Underneath the Ground” which makes good use of a Fender Rhodes and Fallon’s rugged whisper to create an ominous feeling. Then comes the single “Rollin’ and Tumblin’”, which pairs Fallon’s Sink or Swim growl with his ‘59 Sound croon and captures his sadness with speed and clarity. These three songs manage to expand Gaslight’s sound in new ways while also not sounding, like, say, Staind. Get Hurt is most interesting when the band can be heard working in new directions with subtlety, and those moments are mostly collected here. The other thoroughly solid song on the album comes right at the end; “Dark Places” is reminiscent of The ’59 Sound’s “The Backseat” sonically while offering the brokenhearted viewpoint in maybe the most cathartic manner out of this batch of songs.

There are parts throughout the lesser songs on this album that are outright good, and it’s mostly driven by excellently written lyrics. “Selected Poems” has the aforementioned chorus. The pre-chorus in “Ain’t That a Shame” is killer: “learned the rules/ out with the wolves/ I’m vicious now baby, dumb and insatiable.”  The final part of “1,000 Years” practically saves the entire song. The problem lies in that these particular sections are surrounded by lyrics that just don’t capture the emotion in any way that doesn’t feel somewhat clichéd. “Stray Paper’s” metaphoric device is too similar to that of Handwritten’s “Blood on the Page”. “Red Violins” has lyrics that belong on the cutting room floor of last album’s sessions, too. Too much introversion and too little of Fallon’s usually top-notch storytelling leaves large chunks of the album feeling bland. Ultimately, there’s little doubt that there is real pain behind these words, it just makes you wish there was more complexity to them.

A couple of stray thoughts: the bonus tracks are worth repeated listens. They show the band going in a more folksy direction, and it’s a good look for them, recalling The Band in some instances. Had they been split off from this release into a separate EP, it would make for a really good play; here it comes off disjointed from the regular tracks (obviously). Furthermore, this year has seen another major-label band with a punk background and a songwriter excising personal turmoil release a “different” record: Against Me! But where Laura Jane Grace was afforded the opportunity to cement her place as a punk pioneer just by releasing an album as great and frank and energetic as Transgender Dysphoria Blues, Fallon and The Gaslight Anthem found themselves at a similar place in their careers, but with an identity crisis, and without the chance to really have the same kind of impact.While it really wouldn’t make much sense for such excellent musicians to retread the same path they had on American Slang, The ’59 Sound, or Sink or Swim,  it also doesn’t make much sense to veer off into prefab grunge when they had already shown signs of being great at punk, soul, and folk. Extending their sound further into any of those last three would have surely been more exciting (even in failure) than what Get Hurt actually was, but, “everything has chains.”

Riot Games is the group behind the online multiplayer battle arena game League of Legends, which has more than 2 million players. Filled with colorful, playable characters that have their own unique personalities within this universe, there are five characters that have formed the virtual band Pentakill. Riot decided to release actual music from these characters and have given us, surprisingly, one of the heaviest metal albums of this year, matching even Mastodon‘s Once More ‘Round the Sun.

All of the songs make reference to gameplay elements but not in a cheesy way which was something I was worried about. A lot of tribute albums to video games try their to best to pander and make references basically saying, “Hey look guys! We play video games just like you!” Smite and Ignite doesn’t ever do that, and every single song is taken seriously when the instrumentals are this heavy and the lyrics are like a battle song for an upcoming match. “Lightbringer” and “Deathfire Grasp” are booming with otherworldly riffs and drum blasts and basslines that even sound like Tool. YES. TOOL.

The later songs still keep up the power and intensity even in its instrumentals. “Ohmwrecker” and “The Hex Core” each have their heavy metal essentials, with added sounds and effects that hint at the game itself (to the League players, who’s ult sound is that in “The Hex Core”? Shocking, right?). In addition, none of the songs ever seem like they’re advertising to you, it’s just a metal album for all to enjoy.

The album for never falls flat, but it does become a little cheesy at the end with “The Prophecy”. The virtual guitarist speaks about “The Age of Metal” but it really has nothing to do with the characters or the story of League and it seems like a b-side intro that they just threw in. It is kind of cool to hear Mordekaiser’s voice though. “Thornmail” tells the story of an enchanted armor and it has the feel of epic, storytelling metal but the way the vocals are sung is kind of, again, cheesy. “Orb of Winter” is slightly out of place as an orchestral piece that sounds like Danny Elfman doing the score for Tim Burton’s version of Lord of the Rings.

Final Verdict: This is a very very VERY entertaining surprise. I didn’t expect it to be as heavy or as serious as it was, and with the instrumentations it is even more so. I feel pumped and primed after listening to three tracks and ready to take on the world. The references to the game are everywhere but are never obvious as to what they are and adds to them just being a part of the song, rather than sticking out like a sore thumb when you recognize it. This is a heavy metal album that should be taken seriously on its own because of the production and songwriting, because even for non-players, it’s completely solid and you’d never guess. I’m looking forward to more, but if they don’t make anymore songs this would be enough and honestly, I want to see them tour like Gorillaz or something like it.

New Jersey-based quartet The Blithedale Romance, all furious guitars and shredded vocal cords, want you to know they’re trying. The young band took a mysterious, cultish online presence and rebranded their sound “new noise” leading up to the release of this, their second EP. Despite the half-makeover, the band comes out sounding more like themselves than you might expect. But what is a little concerning is that this “new noise” is almost certainly something you’re already familiar with, and that the band seems to have regressed in terms of their songcraft. While their turns to the traditions and tropes of the post-grunge miasma that we can call “modern rock” might evoke a pang of nostalgia in the odd listener, the Wanderer EP represents more of a step backwards than forging a new path.

The Blithedale Romance’s King EP was a decent rock ‘n’ roll record that certainly wasn’t about to shatter anyone’s perception of reality, but definitely proved themselves to be the type of Jersey band that some listeners could always hold a torch for (the way I do for Status Green). Wanderer, on the whole, sounds like a conscious effort to rock harder, and opener “Now That You Know,” with its big thumping drums and nearly-funk bass, goes for it headlong. Coupled with some bluesy guitar leads, it is fit for alt-rock radio consumption circa 1993. Now don’t get it twisted, the guitars are the star throughout this record, and deservingly so. The math-rock influences come through the most in the spindly lines they interweave throughout each of the five songs, and really are the only reason to stick around through the blandness that is second track and single “State of Fear.” There’s no lyrical heavy lifting going on here: “The world is so much worse/than we’ve ever let on/there’s so much to fear/there’s so much wrong.” Such a broad statement has no cutting edge to it, however true it may be. And it’s not as though a chorus always needs hyper-clever lyrics to make an impact, but when compounded with a merely average melody, the whole song comes off particularly toothless, even with a nice guitar solo.

The latter three songs of the EP have more going in their favor than the first two. These songs all use more nuanced instrumentation, and greatly benefit for it. “Struggle” gets mildly psychedelic while “Treason” opts for a more punk approach, and closer “Dryocopus Pileateus” has the band getting full-on mathy to pretty good effect. But the first sees the band extending the song for no reason and the second could end about a minute sooner. It’s little things like these that prevent me from wanting to listen to these songs again; either they don’t get out of their own way fast enough, or they don’t extend themselves musically to make that extra time interesting. It’s fine to do a six-minute song as long as there’s something worthwhile happening, whether its an extended jam introducing new sonic textures, or lyrics that are actually worth a damn. You do get the impression from these last three songs that there is a vision The Blithedale Romance are working towards, but it’s frustratingly clear that they have not realized that vision yet.