Philly punks Nothing are back from the brink with a new record that draws on some really, really bad times.
Minor Earth Major Sky
A little [a]Crowded House[/a], maybe, but you've got to remember they [I]are [/I]pushing 40...
Still looking Faustian fresh-faced seven years after 'retiring', they're even doing a pretty good job of growing old gracefully. Admittedly they were never exactly wild, but this comeback record is still older, wiser but crucially just as melodic. True, they occasionally stick out like a sore thumb with the bubbling '80s synth funk of 'I Won't Forget Her', or foolishly bow to modernity with a sprinkling of trip-hop, but mainly the heartbroken minor keys, Morten Harket's aching falsetto and the lush, string-laden atmospherics of the title track or 'Summer Moved On' are the epitome of good taste. A little Crowded House, maybe, but you've got to remember they are pushing 40.
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