Danger Days is an homage to fast cars, rock n’ roll and American culture. Half of the album is a blitzkrieg of blazing guitar driven songs that are meant to evoke a sense of speed.
Nothing ever clashes; the varied elements of these songs don’t compete but rather harmonize, working together to emanate an effortless, dreamlike vibe, a “chill” record if ever there was one.
They’re refining their craft, producing some of their most bewitching material yet, but the rest of it feels like they’re merely spinning their wheels while they wait for more interesting ideas to come along.
While This is Happening isn’t as wall-to-wall brilliant as Sound of Silver, if it is indeed his last record with this project, he’s leaving his legacy in just as good of shape as Jay-Z left his with The Black Album before his (unfortunately temporary) retirement.
Should I be so surprised that High Violet ... represents their most, self-serious, dour and morose release yet?
There’s no shortage of the group’s usual flag-waving stadium rock ... but this time around, they are balanced out by hushed, pensive ballads.
A frequently astonishing, no-holds-barred tour de force that not only eclipses his previous four albums in scope and creativity (no small feat), but also makes everything else on the radio sound positively amateurish by comparison.