Finlay... and Happy New Year from PM!
December 31st 2006 19:16
So the lists weren't posted in time for year's end, but who cares, yeah? Not PM, we just care about getting drunk tonight. Which, let me assure you, is already a task in the completing. Go Finlay!
Album No. 3: Finlay – The Fall Of Mary (Fortuna POP!)
'The Fall Of Mary' is, at the outset, bigger and bolder, choppier, a bit cheekier, and just as much fun as their first record, 'I Dreams And Visions'. Perhaps Finlay wouldn’t like to describe themselves as being all that much fun, but anyone who’s seen their rather transcendental live shows will surely disagree. This is a record where the line between chaos and order is not so much blurred as intentionally set on fire and doused liberally with Cointreau while the smacked-up invitees to the ball start a fight with tonality.
The vigour of stand-out smash-along 'Phantasmagoria' reaches, for Finlay, new heights of sonic insanity with its ludicrously fun finale, and the slow-burning epicentre of 'Mary IV' just needs to be heard to be fully taken in. Astute, frequently wonderful production lends a haze and a fuzzy milieu to singer Adam Straw's already lackadaisical vocal performances, but he is matched every inch by his ensemble's knack of catching him up and reminding him that they're still a pop band.
Go to this place and listen.
Album No. 3: Finlay – The Fall Of Mary (Fortuna POP!)
'The Fall Of Mary' is, at the outset, bigger and bolder, choppier, a bit cheekier, and just as much fun as their first record, 'I Dreams And Visions'. Perhaps Finlay wouldn’t like to describe themselves as being all that much fun, but anyone who’s seen their rather transcendental live shows will surely disagree. This is a record where the line between chaos and order is not so much blurred as intentionally set on fire and doused liberally with Cointreau while the smacked-up invitees to the ball start a fight with tonality.
The vigour of stand-out smash-along 'Phantasmagoria' reaches, for Finlay, new heights of sonic insanity with its ludicrously fun finale, and the slow-burning epicentre of 'Mary IV' just needs to be heard to be fully taken in. Astute, frequently wonderful production lends a haze and a fuzzy milieu to singer Adam Straw's already lackadaisical vocal performances, but he is matched every inch by his ensemble's knack of catching him up and reminding him that they're still a pop band.
Go to this place and listen.
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