What is it actually saying? I have no idea?
Despite the doughy lyrics, “The Hope That House Built” feels about right, a proper single for a proper, nameless new album by a band that has had past enough to award a bit of diligence and theatricality. “In the end, everybody wins.” Um, yeah, ok. As clear as it may seem, Future of the Left are going in the direction they probably should, which at this point amounts to little more than some melodic expansion of their greasy underwear blat-attack and some Ringo Starr back-up vocals. Falco’s voice ruins whatever awkward mixing emphasizes the tension between rhythm and sludge guitars by sitting squat on top; it’s fine and it makes for dynamics to stomach and there still are winks to be had. It also just plain sounds slicker, Adoni of squawky souls finally waiting in line where before they fought their way out of the oil mess that was Curses with an equally callous peal of thunderdook. Muscle-y thighs quivering. Remember that? Awesome.