The Twilight Sad - Forget The Night Ahead (Fat Cat)
2/5
By: Liane Escorza
The Twilight Sad is a quartet from Kilsyth in Scotland, experts in making music with tremelo’d guitars that create seismic shifts between melancholic plunges and explosive outbursts similar to Wire, Shellac or the stuff that Editors think they’re made of.
Forget the Night Ahead bears noisy songs with disjointed riffs and rhythms and at times and a standard rock hook. There seems to be, however, much of an attempt to make each song extremely powerful and tumultuous, and such effort and sweat ends up rubbing it all thin. There’s only so much intensity one can bear in one go, and it’s easy to fall into the trap of overdoing cacophonies in a way that they become stale and ill-defined.
Even though some tracks like ‘I Became a Prostitute’, first single ‘Seven Years of Letters’, ‘The Birthday Present’ or ‘Floorboards Under The Bed’ do display an obvious and natural sound of darkness and bruised tints, but not much can be said of fillers such as ‘Scissors’, ‘The Room’, and ‘At the Burnside’.
Artists in this article: The Twilight Sad
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