IN DEATH THERE IS BEAUTY.
Butterflies and lady birds are crawling all over the rotting corpse of rock’n’roll. They flutter and sway, nibbling the flowers which have grown through the bullet hole in the leather-clad cadavers stereotyped and over-hyped, imagination less head.
Meanwhile, poets dance in the sky and avoid the cracks in the clouds...
‘Leave Your Name’_ is the debut from Statistics, otherwise known as Denver Dalley, the kingpin of Desaparecidos and friend to fellow Desa' Conor Oberst. Blah. Blah. The fact of the matter is, this is one of the greatest rock epics to drop through our door in a long while. By rock epic, I don’t mean Queen or The Darkness (are you sick of hearing of them yet? Are you sick of new bands being compared to new bands? Us too!) but something altogether more subtle and more mellow-dramatic than that. In fact, this could easily be filed under _‘New Coldplay’ _and over-hyped by the sheep ‘til the cows come stumbling home. Saucer of milk, table two...
Whilst the rock world is killing itself by going backwards in some perpetual regurgitation - which should be reserved solely for scenes in Jackass - within these 11 tracks lies the answers to where rock is really going. In much the same ways as Sigur Ros, Explosions in the Sky, The Stills and Hope of the States, Denver Dalley is pointing the pirate ship of rock back in the right direction by slowly and gently, unravelling and tapping into those primal last throes of emotion that rock was made for. Praps records like this are an answer to retro punk in a retro new-wave kinda way, but why then does it sound so darn fresh and invigorated?
For Fans of: Postal Service, Mercury Rev, Remy Zero, The Cure, Bright Eyes and The Stills.
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