Pale Young Gentlemen – The Crook Of My Good Arm
It seems inevitable now that any band that is even the least bit theatrical will be compared to The Decemberists. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, as Meloy and company are certainly a decent band. I find that my tolerance for elaborately instrumented stories is rather limited. It all sounds very nice and all, but is there really a need to be so over the top?
Which sounds like I’m setting up Pale Young Gentlemen for a fall. There is no way of getting around the fact that their music is theatrical, but they also manage to still sound like a band who isn’t fussed about that fact. The song is still the most important element, racing onwards, with just a hint of desperation in singer Mike Reisenauer’s voice. If a few extra instruments have jumped on board, the band is too busy to have noticed.
[...] not quite. I happened across them reading Another Form of Relief the other day and listening to Clap Your Hands, it does echo somewhere back in the depths of my [...]
[...] not quite. I happened across them reading Another Form of Relief the other day and listening to Clap Your Hands, it does echo somewhere back in the depths of my [...]