Ghosts of Dead Aeroplanes
Prolapse works sort of like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. Somehow, they got their peanut butter (vocalist Linda Steelyard) in their chocolate (vocalist Mick Derrick), and suddenly had two very different tastes (sounds) that taste (sound) great together.
The vocals are the most obvious of the many interesting facets of this band. On one hand, there is Steelyard, whose sweet, lilting vocals sound like those of Lush’s Emma Anderson or an English variant of Ivy’s Dominique Durand. On the other is “Scottish” Mick Derrick who sounds — I’m sorry, I can’t help it — at times like The Simpsons ‘ gruff Groundskeeper Willie.
Most songs feature some sort of vocal intertwining between the two disparate voices, normally with very positive results. Meanwhile, the music veers from straightforward Stone Roses/Thousand Yard Stare Brit-pop (“New 1,” “Fob.com”) to more noisy, discordant numbers (“Cylinders V12 Beats Cylinders 8”) to atmospheric, space-rock (“Essence.”).
Somehow, Prolapse is able to remain a very fresh band throughout all of Ghosts of Dead Aeroplanes . A few of the songs clock in at the seven minute mark, but neither the songs nor the album grow stale. That’s a testament to the brilliance of this band and their ability to incorporate different musical and vocal elements without sounding forced or trite.
All cockamamie review blather aside, Prolapse is an interesting and exciting band that has recorded yet another excellent album that is worth saving up your pennies to buy.
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