DAILY RECORDS: Coheed And Cambria, The Hold Steady, Sleigh Bells

by | May 20, 2010 | MUSIC

Coheed And Cambria – Year Of The Black Rainbow
People call these guys emo, but it’s time that everyone recognized their genius in the field of epic, triumphant metal. They combine complex, technical instrumentation with unforgettable choruses to create a feast of over-the-top awesomeness. No comparison could do it justice; listen, and you will achieve enlightenment.

The Hold Steady – Heaven Is Whenever
The first few Hold Steady albums were brilliant. They made being a dad-rock bar band sound awesome, and Craig Finn’s punk-rock Springsteen lyrical narratives were unorthodox and brilliant. But now his lyrics are becoming cliched, and the band just sounds tired. We should’ve known it couldn’t last forever.

Sleigh Bells – Treats
Former Poison The Well guitarist Derek Miller teams up with vocalist Alexis Krauss to create the most overdriven, distorted dance music ever. People are calling it a response to digital clipping and the “Loudness Wars,” but really, Sleigh Bells’ brilliantly moronic jackhammer beats defy thoughtful analysis. Stop thinking and dance.

Coheed And Cambria – Year Of The Black Rainbow
People call these guys emo, but it’s time that everyone recognized their genius in the field of epic, triumphant metal. They combine complex, technical instrumentation with unforgettable choruses to create a feast of over-the-top awesomeness. No comparison could do it justice; listen, and you will achieve enlightenment.

The Hold Steady – Heaven Is Whenever
The first few Hold Steady albums were brilliant. They made being a dad-rock bar band sound awesome, and Craig Finn’s punk-rock Springsteen lyrical narratives were unorthodox and brilliant. But now his lyrics are becoming cliched, and the band just sounds tired. We should’ve known it couldn’t last forever.

Sleigh Bells – Treats
Former Poison The Well guitarist Derek Miller teams up with vocalist Alexis Krauss to create the most overdriven, distorted dance music ever. People are calling it a response to digital clipping and the “Loudness Wars,” but really, Sleigh Bells’ brilliantly moronic jackhammer beats defy thoughtful analysis. Stop thinking and dance.

R. Anthony Harris

R. Anthony Harris

In 2005, I created RVA Magazine, and I'm still at the helm as its publisher. From day one, it’s been about pushing the “RVA” identity, celebrating the raw creativity and grit of this city. Along the way, we’ve hosted events, published stacks of issues, and, most importantly, connected with a hell of a lot of remarkable people who make this place what it is. Catch me at @majormajor____




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