Whatever You Love, You Are
[B] 'Whatever...'[/B] is typical - baroque, incisive violin, jazzy digressions and ponderous drums ...More on
The vicissitudes of fashion, however, are of no consequence to [a]Dirty Three[/a]. Theirs is a hermetically sealed universe of eerie melodies and stabbing despair. 'Whatever...' is typical - baroque, incisive violin, jazzy digressions and ponderous drums - though they've smoothed out the inebriated, jarring squall that characterised earlier albums to make room for a more relaxed, contemplative atmosphere.
Each of the six songs (which all hover around the seven-minute mark) reveal different facets of this slowed-down template. Achingly morose opener 'Some Summers They Drop Like Flies' sounds like a snippet from a vampire film soundtrack, 'I Really Should've Gone Out Last Night' treads a countrified path redolent of Yo La Tengo and 'I Offered It Up To The Stars And The Night Sky' is an unsettling sprawl of Stravinsky-derived classicism and discordance.
Time, for once, may be on their side. [a]Dirty Three[/a] simply carry on regardless.
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