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The Gallows, old-fashioned English punks,
revitalized punk-rock on Orchestra Of Wolves (In At The Deep End, 2006),
It does not have the impetus of punk's golden days
but a somewhat limping ferocity, best displayed in
Kill The Rhythm and
In The Belly Of A Shark,
that occasionally yields
anthemic power-ballads such as Abandon Ship and
Orchestra Of Wolves,
and often decays into
agonizing shouts such as Six Years and
Just Because You Sleep Next To Me Doesn't Mean You're Safe.
They further shifted towards odd hybrids on
Grey Britain (Warner, 2009).
The choral singalong
Leeches
exhibits a jolting instrumental fever,
the poisonous Death Voices grinds slowly with even an a-cappella section,
the six-minute The Vulture begins as an acoustic ballad wrapped in strings,
The Riverbed consists of a series of explosions and pauses,
the melodrama of Queensberry Rules is sandwiched between pow-wow rhythm and pow-wow chant,
Misery employs piano and strings.
The closer, Crucifucks, is a martial requiem that segues into a lengthy
instrumental coda of piano and strings.
It is telling, though, that the most captivating rigmaroles are also the
most straightforward, such as The Great Forgiver and especially
London Is The Reason.
The variety is intriguing but it also ends up scattering the musical talent instead of focusing it on what they do best.
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