Blog: PopMatters

While the Red Sparowes have seemingly abandoned their fixation on unwieldy, melodramatic song titles, in exchange they've upped the musical drama. It starts with a whisper: A heavily delayed guitar fills the sonic floor, swells and echoes and reverberates, and soon the room is filled with crashing, triumphant drums and double-tracked guitars aiming for the heavens. But just when you think the song is going to lift off into such a stratosphere, it cuts out, and is almost immediately replaced with a near-funk bassline and subtle drums. One soon ascertains, in the course of the next...