In the Fall of Unearthly Angels
In the Fall of Unearthly Angels sounds like an album the kids from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory would have written had they all survived and formed an indie pop band. It’s a record of sugar-laced harmonies and teenage notebook scrawl lyrics, all gummed together with melted marshmallow fingers. There’s hardly room to breathe, much less become acclimatized, to one particular sound or song before the band becomes bored and adds a touch more mania to the mix. The sounds heap up in the form of horns and keyboards stolen on a midnight rampage of a Fischer Price warehouse.
Songs like the split-second self-reflective “Sidelines” and “Light Above Your Head” (a delicate, lonesome schoolboy anthem that rides the same acoustic guitar rhythm as The White Stripes “We’re Going to be Friends” but makes it more elegant with sweeping cello and violin flourishes) are the quiet moments in the ever mounting chaos. Ultimately the insanity comes unraveled in hushed voices, jittery acoustics and dispersing white noise on the closer “After the Fall,” leaving the listener still reeling. This album is truly like the Golden Ticket indeed. Go. Buy. Enjoy.