Slave Ambient
would already be an unqualified success simply because it features
one of the most distinctive sounding bands in recent memory pulling
off their songs with confidence far beyond their years. That it is
also one of the year's best albums further cements the sense that The
War On Drugs have achieved something truly great here. This is a
record with a sense of expanse and emotional resonance, but in a way
opposite to similarly expansive/emotional albums like Modest Mouse's
The Moon & Antarctica or
The Arcade Fire's The Suburbs.
Where those records are exhausting and draining, akin to a therapy
session or intense drug experience, Slave Ambient
is like a couple hours spent in a coffee shop catching up with an
ex-girlfriend and putting the past to rest. You leave this album
feeling rejuvenated, and that is something worth celebrating.
It's
worth emphasizing, too, that this is indeed an album and not a
ramshackle collection of songs. The instrumental interludes,
sometimes separated onto distinct tracks like 'The Animator' and
'City Reprise #12', give the album a flow and sprawl that make it
feel performed
instead of recorded.
To be sure, individual songs work well on their own, too. 'Baby
Missiles' genuinely sounds like 'Walk Of Life' by the Dire Straits
sped up a bit and filtered through some chemicals, while six minute
album centerpiece 'Your Love Is Calling My Name' is like a sampler
platter of everything this band does and does well.
Still,
to paraphrase the old saying, it's the journey that matters and not
the stops along the way. Slave
Ambient is
most impressive when taken in all at once because it manages to
sprawl and yet to be consistent; it manages to be spacey and weird
yet anthemic and immediate. This is an album's album: Slave
Ambient
is one of the most complete and satisfying releases of 2011. Like
many of the best albums of this year, it's the sound of a band coming
into their own, delivering their first great record.
Emphasis
on the “first.”
5 Poorly Drawn Stars Out Of 5
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