I finished listening to the album when my neurons twisted lyrics for taking what they thought. I could not leave unscathed the auditory delight, he could not suppress the knowledge that "we are all just soldiers in esta epic loving flight and no one that I know has ever really done it right (We are all just soldiers in this epic and loving flight, and no one who knows really did well on it). " A new long wave has been formed in the depths of entertainment vindicating the funk and identifying with the sounds of the ghetto: this has been demonstrated both instrumentalists and DJs. What a relief recognize a band like the Red hot surf them the ability to easily and proficiently. Low delve into a slapping with enough personality to overturn a warship; letters, more circular while closer one in the entire album, roll no holes on a flawless follows the movement of the songs battery with a guitar melodies decorating Kliedis.
The album opens with "The Getaway", a song that speaks of love as hallucination, as an escape at the approach. Fame routine and adopt the adversary role before a withering weapon: loneliness between a couple looking away. And although the speaker does not know what exactly run away, just do it, because his wife will show something nobody has seen. The ideal is gaining strength in the psychology of the main voice, mixed with the hedonism of the protagonists and becomes the beginning of a long wave. Everything continues with "Dark Necessities", a song that I found with astonishment ostentation, by the strong presence of its own pessimistic determinism of a depression. The individual tone he held until now the album is broken with politics jewel We turn red. the theme of love in different metaphors then resumes: a wave long, angels dismissed by the cruel reality, the break with an ideal of love sick, when, suddenly, Go robot, another social leap occurs: now we face an educational criticism where the individual, grown, sees determinism that they tried to implement like a robot, pure lies. For him, and so ends This ticonderoga, "we are all just soldiers in an epic and loving flight, and no one who knows what has really done well on it." Now the song The Hunter opens with a beautiful melody, with a simple guitar note appears out of nowhere and create a world of spontaneous links. Josh along the piece protects like a guardian angel these precious lines reminiscent of Hemingway and his Old Man and the is.
The getaway is heard as a fractional movement: a set of songs that although distinct from each other, function as an indisputable entirety. And who would question the timing of such fractional as we live in apparent drive time? Would it be lawful then we say that we are facing a product album of context and circumstance? Like any good compendium contains songs that are beyond the time (they belong to more transcendental fields as feelings, present, hedonism, love, determinism, etc.), and it belongs: We turn red. This reflects the maturation that have had as a band, the identity we have created over the years: that is, transcendence, the timelessness of his music, the justification of a poetic voice that speaks from the ambiguity of the closeness and remoteness, laughing heights fiction because he sees clouds from the mountains, a group that really makes his music.
