A band that had an "island trilogy" between 2006 and 2010, Shearwater had always sat with me as their name suggests, uncontaminated and concerned with sanctity. Not anymore, what we have here is a quasi-electronic throwback to late 70's that smacks of Fleetwood Mac and is politically righteous at times in all the best possible ways.
"Quiet Americans" is the prime example of this. A synthy-anthem of gargantuan irony. On the side it's making me want to go out tonight. It is pre-game dynamite and is fuelled by the chorus:
"Where are the Americans?.........The only sound... The only light........only only!"
The above is only a snippet. The first four lines also have that chilling, penultimate doom that has been absent in a lot of the bands recent work.
"I can't help it if all the world is ending.
All the life is gone while you're calling out this name.
Where are the Americans?"
And ultimately the best thing the band have ever written is on this LP, "Backchannels" is the natural side to Shearwater and gives the album the refrain that gives the album all the proportions of balance and glory that come when you care.
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