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专辑名称: Asphalt Meadows
创作艺人: [Death Cab For Cutie]
音乐流派: ROCK|摇滚
专辑规格: 1碟11首
出品公司: Atlantic Records
发行时间: 2022/9/16
官方标价: £9.79 (会员免费下载)
域名语言: [en] (AI检测)


曲目介绍:

I Don’t Know How I Survive
Roman Candles
Asphalt Meadows
Rand McNally
Here to Forever
Foxglove Through The Clearcut
Pepper
I Miss Strangers
Wheat Like Waves
Fragments From the Decade
I’ll Never Give Up On You


详细介绍:

Ten albums and 15 years into their career, Death Cab for Cutie are as musically muscular as an arena-ready band. It%27s there on the title track of Asphalt Meadows, which sounds at times like New Order and sports a bit of Johnny Marr-esque guitar. I%27ll Never Give Up On You is almost menacing in its powerfully brooding instrumentation. I Don%27t Know How I Survive wraps in a surprisingly funky snaking guitar line, with frontman Ben Gibbard dragging out the word listen until it trails off like vapor; it all cracks open in a knockdown tsunami of sound at the chorus, and a blinding wash of guitar. You can hear—and feel—the muscularity on Roman Candles, with rapid-fire drums and guitars that streak by like the firework it%27s named for. Gibbard has said it was written to reflect a general sense of anxiety [as] the feeling that the fabric that weaves a functioning society together was crumbling during the pandemic. Indeed, that%27s a theme that pervades, as Death Cab becomes the latest act to file their pandemic record for posterity. Gibbard%27s plain-spoken poetry is particularly suited for the job. It%27s been a battle just to wake and greet the day/ Then they all disappear like sugar in my coffee/ A hint of sweetness/ But the bitterness remains/ The acidity devouring my body, he sings on Roman Candles. The edgy I Miss Strangers’ probes at the lockdown conundrum of craving the public connection we all previously took for granted: These days I miss strangers/ More than I/ More than I miss my friends. The Marr-like guitars return, like the sun forcing its way through the clouds, for  jubilant-sounding Here to Forever, as Gibbard sings, These days it%27s so hard to relax/ You%27ve got to hold a gun to my back/ To make me smile. As always, there are captivating short stories packed into songs. Wheat Like Waves—with warm keys like a buttery salve—tells of catching up with an old friend: combining fine detail (Prefab Sprout echoing out/ Of your %2790s Accord/ With mismatched doors), intriguing similes (Your tattoos like the stamps on your passport) and universal ideas, this time about how fast time evaporates with age: So little time/ So many miles to drive/ Before the endless sleep eventually arrives. And Foxglove Through The Clearcut finds the band in an experimental mode, playing with spoken verses and loose, oceanic guitar for a story about a man who lived by the ocean but feared the water; it ends at full tide, musically cresting and crashing, an overwhelming and maybe dangerous thing of beauty.


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