A special band who produce albums that you can just sink into. And I'm pretty sure that I've said it a few times this year already about other records, but who gives a shizzle when it's just a turn of phrase? "How He Entered" combines poetry with brass and piano; it's sumptuous. "Hey Lucinda" is a beautiful duet concerned with asking someone out; it's alluring. The title-track is devastating. It's all here.
Interestingly the exclamation in the track "We Are Dreamers!" brings the penultimate punch before the downbeat finale of "Like Only Lovers Can"drifts the album away. This album has been perfect in this particular sitting, as with the last entry Purple Pilgrims - it's freezing cold outside and it's time to get warm. I'm such a mad-head to go running in it.
Went running in it, felt great. Last nights wine still lingers on in the pit of the stomach though but booze certainly plays a part in the makeup of The Waiting Room so I wouldn't worry about it. This album may have a soothing aesthetic but the narrative has the full spectrum of emotion and is all the better for it.
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