Review Summary: You'll live to dance another day/it's just now you'll have to dance, for the two of us/so stop looking so damn depressed/sing with all your heart/that the Queen is dead
9 of 9 thought this review was well written
To be completely honest, I don’t believe there is a time more uncertain than your early twenties. The awkward teenage stage seems as though it has long since past; leaving only a shadow of our former selves in the midst of what we imagined was a transitional stage. The autonomy of the college years is only a misleading segment that dissipates in the blink of an eye, as the real world looms ever so close. Those chief decisions are to be made: What am I going to do for the rest of my life? Is this really it? As if we are unwilling to make the next transition knowing that it will be a permanent one, as the chaos and irresponsible demeanor of the aforementioned college years become a fading memory. And thus enters Frank Turner’s Love, Ire & Song.
Frank Turner’s sophomore release is a perpetual depiction of our most pivotal life juncture; Turner’s discussion of growing pains, heartbreak, and lost love ones are demonstrated with flying colors through his lyricism. These factions are only secondary however, to the helpless feeling of our beliefs being dragged out from under us, as instituted in the title track. “And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young, are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs”. Turner’s perfectly written lyricism so adequately radiates from every strum of his acoustic and every one of his passionate belts in unswerving fashion; ceasing only when the piano fades in the ultimate seconds of “Jet Lag.” The intricately crafted mix of acoustic and electric guitars present the instrumentation as both heartwarming and jubilant when necessary, but are almost utilized as puppets for Turner’s true emotions. There is something unequivocally devastating about Love, Ire & Song, no matter how bright the music appears to be. Frank Turner’s 2008 release is a lucid illustration of a man struggling at the crossroads of his life, containing that astronomical level of ambiguity and reluctance to let go of what has been.
You need to. The smaller the venue, the better. I'll probably review this for my 100th. All these 5's are making me glad that even if it's a little late, people are starting to pay attention to this album.
You've convinced me to check this out, but I really think you could have elaborated a lot more on the best songs on the record; maybe a few more lyrical examples?
you didn't talk about the music at all except "intricately crafted mix of acoustic and electric guitars...." and that's not much at all. Otherwise, I really like your first paragraph. Maybe that's just because I'm 23 and feel just what you describe.
she told me she was sick of all the hospital food, of doctors and distant relatives draining her blood, she said i know i'm dying but i'm not finished just yet yeah i'm dying for a drink and for a cigarette
but honey i was lonely on the road, i was all on my own, hanging out sad at the back of a death metal show, i saw you standing there with your hair down low, a kink in your step that made me want to know if you would like to take me home
she's not as pretty as she thinks she is, just picture her after she's had kids, i'll bet she sits at home and listens to the smiths, deep down she's just like everybody else
if love is really all that we need, then even all my singing is never gonna save me
Oh maturity's a wrapped up package deal so it seems
And ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams
All your friends and peers and family solomnly tell you you will
Have to grow up be an adult yeah be bored and unfulfilled
Oh when no ones yet explained to me exactly what's so great
About slaving 50 years away on something that you hate
When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days
And I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay
When my wandering meanderings have finally reached their end
Yeah whatever else maybe I will not forget my friends
Leave the mourning the to the morning
Yeah pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
But memories of hope, and glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat
Yeah, I get the comments on the lack of discussion on the music. I've been trying to cut down on my length lately, and my last real short review seemed to go really well. For this record though the music isn't nearly as important as the concept or the lyrics so that might explain why I didn't write so much about the music as well.
David, the lyrics chan posted are really great examples, also additionally:
"We call each other up, when we're messed up
And say we'll meet in the New Year
But it's perfectly clear we'll do no such thing"
omg I need this asap.
Ved you did it again!...It's always a pleasure to read your reviews.
You're getting better and better buddy. So professional. Pos'd of course.
