Emotionally, I was missing something. After listening to the album, I realized Sampha Sislay was missing something too: his mother. Process was his attempt to reconcile the dead with himself.
No Quarter put an end to a Robert's dawdling career. It’s a reenergizing return to roots filled with mixing eastern and western influences, the sweet sound of Page’s guitar and grandiose orchestrations.
Fate of Nations is when the milk sours. It was a throwback to a sound that had accrued exactly zero nostalgia factor. Too late to rock ‘n’ roll, too soon to mystify.
Enter Bully and their latest release. Punky, garage-y and dirty with them guitars, the world needed an album like Losing. Each track gives shady glances to the sun while staying inside. It’s every bit the loser just as Bully is every bit the punk.
Aristotle once said, “We are what we repeatedly do.” He also once said, “It’s no secret that the husband-and-wife duo of Derek Trucks and Susan Tedeschi and their eponymous band play a show worth seeing.”
The superb record pacing doesn’t even wait, pushing the listener into the pool without even thinking about it. No holy taboo broken, or perhaps so many it amounts an indecipherable count, but who gives a goddamn? Just take the record’s hand and hang on as St. Vincent sails her shipwreck through a flooded America.
Even when dvsn’s music pitters and patters with the electric rain, I’m just waiting Daley’s voice to kick me right in my emotional-as-fuck-balls.