recognize that more or less a couple of years, when my dear friend Viola put his debut and only album released until the time, this quartet of Staten Island (New York), I was not enthusiastic over on first listen. I thought it was some screaming and maybe it was too congratulations fever that had developed around them, as was a group that at the precise moment of release of this album, we could find in any blog or written publication. The permeating everything, although I must say more visible such praise in the blogosphere, as given at times to bet on the news but just left the oven. Well past time to say that all those voices were right (at least from my humble point of view), because this work seems formidable. It was a mirage that bad impression, I gave several listeners and I realized that I still had songs recorded in the subconscious and could not stop humming. A band that gives the impression of being a modern version of Pavement, but no clutch gives a speech that is far more complex that it can fall into the poor nickname given clone. Best is to say they are a compendium of references of indie-rock 90's. Cymbals Eat Guitars not only worship the Stockton (California), also have a predilection for Built To Spill, Yo La Dinosaur Jr and I have or that can be felt in every tasty taken note of this brilliant coming-out. A conceptual work becomes, in the words of its protagonists, a reflection on death. The death of a friend of the band was the genesis of most of the letters in 'Why There Are Mountains "in a statement on the loss, poor expenditure of human lives and how in the course of history and ash pile bones to form the mountains murky. But not only limit their message to their texts, because his music draws its full potential without dams containment, starting with the fact that they themselves were responsible for production, giving impression that everything was contained in a vast river of sound, where they were able to float on the most melodic and delicate or dive was sudden outbursts of distortion. Intensity changes and multiple records are common in all the way and go from whisper to scream but we realize just on a roller coaster of ups and downs, so that there is a kind of fearful symmetry in the structure, and that rests on three strategic points made from giant pieces of long development, resulting in meandering channel defining a distortion. The first direct to jaw comes with opening cut "And the hazy sea", a startup that mixes guitars Smashing Pumpkins with members of Arcade Fire games, but this detail does not matter, here is much more than that amazing start, we are facing one of the best songs of recent years, an overwhelming start a band featuring restless with desire to conquer the world, was constantly swerving many lands, his best song no doubt that introduction to the guitar and keyboards breaking, high by the choirs, generate a primary reaction and address the listener, without time to recover support a new attack "Some trees", nervous, rhythmic, immediate, wonderful rock that brings to mind Pixies inevitably, as "Indiana", is close to something newer, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! (Especially the vocal tone and optimistic that trend which reached the glory with his self-titled album), tempering current and animating the gorgeous environment with wind instruments, the gentle, emotive "Cold Spring", including string section for a remarkable track to contribute a degree of distress is more in keeping with the intent of the original concept, that is, making us part of that concern over time and the end of the road with a melancholy sound, but in the closing minutes pulls the mountain goat and results in a vibrating soles destroys the dense "Wind Phoenix", which expands with the noise and screaming suffered at times, but keeps the pulse of sanity in general with a very addictive chorus chords subtly very cool pop, the rabid "The living north, with some resemblance to the more feral Broken Social Scene, a becoming crud, exciting and innocent at once, and the sublime" Like blood does, "a surprise that connects the inner rage of Nirvana (top) punk rock with Modest Mouse (node) and the dream-pop Spectral Atlas Sound (outcome), in its almost eight minutes of coherence in a lucid goodbye that leaves us wanting more. Friends since they were studying at the Southern Regional High School in Manahawkin (New Jersey), Joseph D'Agostino, Matt Whipple, Brian Hamilton and Matthew Miller, are members of this promising band.
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