"It swelled to the surface. And broke the skin. A growing storm. Uncontrollable. You let it die. In your arms..."
Baobab - Mouth of The Architect
Red sparowes fail. Not so! I lie, Red Sparowes are so FOR THE WIN. And although I tend to believe that Pelican's City of Echoes talks in the vicinity of Red Sparowes' At The Soundless Dawn, and as I am a little biased towards Pelican - not so! I lie, quite alot actually. I'd say Pelican's album does a better job in delivering the experience. However, I also believe that Red Sparowes' Every Red Heart Shines Towards The Red Sun is just fab. And for all the good-lyrics-makes-a-song freaks I say. The problem is you are too blind to see mes amis, when it comes to Red Sparowes, you should read the tracks' titles in a very particular - and peculiar- way to get the full emotional experience blow out of the album - Ah, yes! This album, along with At The Soundless Dawn should be listened to as A SINGLE LONG LONG TRACK. You should never EVER move further until you have fully experienced it, which MIGHT mean go by a sentence for each track, which is obviously how they made it, every sentence IS a track title. But I find it more "emotional?"... Whatever the word that should go there, it just feels more right if I look at the whole album as one complete piece of music and not in fragmented pieces, as it sometimes sounds/feels as if some part of a song should go with the previous or the next track in the sense of the track name of course.
The Great Leap Forward Poured Down Upon Us One Day Like A Mighty Storm Suddenly And Furiously Blinding Our Senses. We Stood Transfixed In Blank Devotion As Our Leader Spoke To Us, Looking Down On Our Mute Faces With A Great, Raging, And Unseeing Eye. Like The Howling Glory Of The Darkest Winds, This Voice Was Thunderous And The Words Holy, Tangling Their Way Around Our Hearts And Clutching Our Innocent Awe. A Message Of Avarice Rained Down And Carried Us Away To False Dreams Of Endless Riches. Annihilate The Sparrow, That Stealer Of Seed, And Our Harvests Will Abound; We Will Watch Our Wealth Flood In. And By Our Own Hand Did Every Last Bird Lie Silent In Their Puddles, The Air Barren Of Song As The Clouds Drifted Away. For Killing Their Greatest Enemy, The Locusts Noisily Thanked Us And Turned Their Jaws Toward Our Crops, Swallowing Our Greed Whole. Millions Starved And Became Skinnier And Skinnier While Our Leaders Became Fatter And Fatter. Finally As That Blazing Sun Shone Down Upon Us Did We Know That True Enemy Was The Voice Of Blind Idolatry; And Only Then Did We Begin To Think For Ourselves.
Like I said, definitly for the win.