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Album Reviews
Album Review: The Twilight Sad – Forget The Night Ahead (FatCat)
By CMU Editorial | Published on Friday 2 October 2009
On a very bare but beautiful surface the second album from Scotland’s best band since… actually, just make that Scotland’s best band, is of similar, romantic, epic post-rock terror as their well-received and near perfect debut, ‘Fourteen Autumns And Fifteen Winters’. The loud, distorted guitars are there, marching drums too, and don’t forget James Graham’s savage, unapologetic central Scotland bite, relating tales with similar obscure, almost extraneous titles. Look at those monikers though and you get a glimpse of what two years have done to Twilight Sad. ‘I Became a Prostitute’, ‘The Neighbours Can’t Breathe’ and ‘Made To Disappear’ were never contenders for the latest Take That album, resonating a darkness that’s been creeping on a band who perhaps didn’t realise just how big their music could be. Lyrically too, thoughts are far from choruses sung by creepy puppets in Disneyland, with “you should be afraid, take it everywhere/or you could have the bruises, when the water’s on its way” suggesting ‘That Birthday Present’ isn’t one so willingly unwrapped. Andy MacFarlane’s awesome song writing and production confirms the rubble that is this bleak Cumbernauld mindset, all quiet to loud bursts of energy, ominous rhythms and crippled, cursed melodies. This is the sound Sassoon had in his head when writing ‘Suicide In The Trenches’. Gloom and despair, but vital. The world needs to hear. TM
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