Labels: No Idea Records
Review by: Sarat
What can I say except the Turn exceeds themselves. I waited along time for this record, and when it finally came through the door with more of that ‘Sean Mahan’ cover painted goodness I couldn’t see how it could go wrong.
Their previous record “The Victory of Flight” was nothing more than an awesome storm of 20 minutes of the flat out best screamo ever, and the little gem of an EP “bend, break, spill” that came out 2 years ago now, marked a progression into a more melodic groove that harked back to their earlier records. This, the Turn’s 2nd album, is not a ‘the victory of flight’; it moves and wanders with the kind of the progressive, daunting, over bearing pace of something off of “10 songs” by “I hate myself”. The build ups are there, but are not unleashed, the power is constrained, you can almost feel it growing before breaking out like on the intro to “like a cool breeze blowing through your wallet”. Never truly lashing out means this isn’t your average piece of hardcore, instead it teases and plods its way, before exploding in tightly self contained moments like on “manifest destiny”. An elegant sequel this isn’t going to appeal to everyone out there, as it demands you to listen to really show through its beauty, but then again I guess that’s how it is with most original things.