Bows and Arrows (CD)
Emerging from waves of crashing cymbals and fuzzed-out guitars comes a raw, angry wail. Like other NYC bands including Interpol and the Strokes, The Walkmen rely on layers of reverb and distorted guitars and draw upon influences ranging from early U2 to the Velvet Underground. Lacking the droning vocals of Interpol or the clinical precision of the Strokes, the Walkmen have crafted a sound filled with desperation and bitter honesty.
"Bows And Arrows" begins much the way its predecessor did, with wavering guitar feedback before Leithauser coos, "What's in it for me?" The album begins to kick into high gear with "The Rat" and "Little House Of Savages," raging rock songs with sharp guitars and fast-paced drumming to match Leithauser's singing. At the heart of "Bows And Arrows" is his voice; Leithauser has a wider emotional range than the Strokes' Julian Casablancas and a throaty grit exuding cigarette smoke and the smell of seedy Brooklyn bars. The album-ending title track further expands the band's range by adding a keyboard, as well as a sense of hope. With the start-to-finish excellence of "Bows And Arrows," The Walkmen should have plenty to look to forward to.
| Tracklisting | |
| Disk | 1 | |
| 1 | What's In It For Me |
| 2 | Rat, The |
| 3 | No Christmas While I'm Talking |
| 4 | Little House Of Savages |
| 5 | My Old Man |
| 6 | 138th St. |
| 7 | North Pole, The |
| 8 | Hang On Siobhan |
| 9 | New Years Eve |
| 10 | Thinking Of A Dream I Had |
| 11 | Bows And Arrows |
| Anthony Gerace
- Toronto, , USA |
| So they?ve been to Toronto thrice now and I?ve seen them once, missing what were probably great shows because I was either away or cooped up in my room doing nothing, and I go and buy this record to check it because the hype is huge and I?ve liked everything they?ve done up until this point, and it completely kills. Kills. Half the time sounding like their namesake (or what I?d imagine an approximation thereof would be) ? tinny, distant, and jarring, and the other half of the time coming across as sensitive party haters with a knack for intriguing imagery. Yeah. Like in ?138th Street? or the very pretty ?New Year?s Eve? (a consummate party hater ballad). These hit like heartfelt bullets and if I?m listening on my headphones set the mood. And then there?s the other side of the band that enjoys the vitriol and anger and frustration that are all part of the party hater, and even though it?s jarring this album still comes on like a bomb and keeps it fresh and clean. | |