The Autumns The Autumns
By Marcus Pan
Kind of shoegazery with a
folky flair. Starts off slow with, interestingly enough, a song called The
End. The vocalists have a sweet and EMO like quality to their voices and
sound almost as if they are holding back. Just before the guitars awaken,
there's a broken-up section of the song that adds a definitively garage feel.
And it's the combination of all these things shoegazeryness, folk
strums, held-in-check vocals, EMO weirdness and just a touch of surreal
that make The Autumns a very interesting selection for any listeners
stereo, whether they are fans of any style of rock 'n roll music.
Segues from one song to another are almost
indistinguishable, as Hush, Plain Girls sounds similarly to The
End with all of the make-up originally stated. At this point, while I dug
The End and am still digging Hush, Plain Girls I'm hoping that
the record doesn't get so similar for the full thirteen tracks and 50+ minutes
on the disc. On many instances, The Autumns take on an even jam-like
consistency, such as in the third track Deathly Littered Reasons, which
seems to be a third part to the float-through The End jam.
By the time we hit Desole on track four, The Autumns
start differentiating between songs with a sudden halt to Deathly Littered
Reasons previous. Still retaining that floaty quality, but finally moving
further away from the enchanting yet long-lasting dirge of the first three,
seemingly connected, tracks on their self titled album.
Every Sunday Sky is a nice track with sublime lyrics
and smooth EMO-esque musical surroundings. Slumberdoll meanwhile picks
up the guitars just a tad louder but retains its floaty atmosphere. Further
tracks continue in this vein of soft, louder, soft, louder without ever getting
stuck too far in heavy. Sometimes, like on Wish Star as it did on the
end of Deathly Littered Reasons, The Autumns will head off into the
sunset still dragging along their instruments and hitting out chord
progressions that seem more akin to battling one another than melding. But they
deftly follow this up with the opening piano of The Moon Softly Weeps a
Lullaby which lightly plays along with accompanying strings (cello?). An
instrumental that trips the light fantastic into the fields under the night
Overall I did dig The Autumns for its quality and great
work. It has its time and place a night after a club; chilling out after
a punk concert; spinning lightly from the corner of the desk as you type up
medical records at work. You know...that sort of thing. It's for chilling you
down, not for firing you up. Some of us, as we watch the decades encroach on
our years, can understand where I'm coming from here.
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