Doing a hatchet job is one of the cornerstones of the journalist’s profession. To be honest, I struggle to write about things that I dislike, and everything negative ends up just sounding sad and pathetic. Anyway, doing anything as downbeat as writing an entire album about the death of a loved one through bone cancer would almost completely destroy me. That’s what Peter Silbermann of The Antlers did, but the results edge on perfection.
The album was self-released, but word of mouth spreads fast and a re-release through french kiss records has been the gateway to greater things, and this tour is pretty much the minimum that the band deserve, and much greater things should be expected. Live, they manage to be even more amazing than on record, which is a feat in itself, and it was honestly a pleasure being able to watch them. The fact that Theirry Henry was handling Ireland out of the World Cup qualifiers vindicated my decision to leave the nearby pub to watch it, too.
The review is up over at This is Fake DIY, and here’s a song for you, too: