Labels: sncl – time as a color
Review by: Joe Callaghan
Dreary, sparse indie rock which verges on post rock doesn’t tend to be my tipple, as I am far too impatient when it comes to music. A part of my “if it’s not punk then it’s shit” youth which is still trapped inside me still likes to believe that anything over 2 minutes long is wank prog guff, but he’s adapted to more and more exceptions as I’ve gotten older. What a wimp. However, this record turned my head slightly, especially as it is nicely packaged in stamped, heavy weight construction paper and a couple of delicate inserts.. The progressive build ups didn’t get the better of my patience, or lack of. The whole article portrays itself as a constant crescendo; a pleasant build up which then leaves you on the edge of a cliff, feeling as despaired as what you’ve just heard. It has that kind of holding power that requires your full attention. It’s not the sort of record you can just stick on and do your housework to, or blast on your ipod whilst you’re down at the gym. Sitting down, with this record engorging through your headphones is what this record really necessitates, hearing each word build up, swell and collapse. It’s sparse, delicate and moody, which opts for loose repetitious tones over structure and direction. It plods along miserably, leaving a similar lasting impression. You could insist that this is the exact polar opposite of bands like What Price Wonderland, who tend to cram structures into short blasts. Wishes On A Plane spread everything thinly, one cut spanning the entire side of a the record. It’s brittle and fragile, reminiscent of The Sing/Cancel single by Karate, but less Carlos Santana, and more morose, sulky emo. So, switch the lights off, curl up on the floor and listen to the winter rain bash down on your windows along to this record and the thoughts in your head of that girl you like, or whatever your tedious problems are. You’ll feel better. Honest.