With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
Death Cab For Cutie : The Photo Album
Excellent guitar-packed debut...
is no longer a pejorative term. Fiercely independent (they wouldn’t even sign
t o ultra-hip label Jade Tree), and writers of intelligent, heartfelt lyrics,
you could even call them emo without fear of misclassification. Or you
could, if ‘The Photo Album’ wasn’t more punk in attitude than application.
So while guitars scribble wildly over ‘I Was A Kaleidoscope’ and ‘Blacking
Out The Friction’, they mainly favour a subtler approach that’s equal parts
Slint, early Mercury Rev, and prime REM.
The result is a slow-burning lo-fi tunefulness topped off with Ben Gibbard’s
extraordinary lyrics. Matching endearing scratchiness with detail-packed
tales more commonly found in short story collections, the pick of them -
‘Styrofoam Plates’ - tells a Raymond Carver-style story of the funeral of an
absent father who was more "a donor of seeds to a poor single mother" than a
As intelligent, bittersweet, angular stuff, whether it’s alt.rock,
guitar-pop, or even emo is immaterial. Labels be damned - just call it great
Islamic mythology meets the horror of war in this claustrophobic, low-budget spine-tingler
California’s coolest lift their usual murk on a free-spirited, adventurous third album at odds with its ‘mature’ description
The New York new wave reprobates’ debut delivers instant gratification via boisterous choruses and loveable melodies
This Floridian trio’s peculiar take on pop music takes gloomy cues from Depeche Mode and The Smiths