Review Summary: No pulse
All the songs on Wait For Love
bleed together. There’s nothing discernable from track to track, they all have the same clean tone arpeggios and chords, the same low energy singing, the same one-octave melodies - the only thing that sways, changes at all is the drums. Pianos Become The Teeth’s drummer David Haik does some serious heavy lifting. Since every song sounds the same, and songs have no observable structure because of their sameness musically, the drummer is forced to play defining part after defining part, constantly changing up his approach and feeling with every beat change. It’s remarkable and depressing at the same time because such a talented drummer should not have to supplant such bland, lifeless music. And without his varied drumming, this album would be nothing, because it’s almost impossible to convey emotion without some sort of change in sound or dynamics throughout a record.
Abandoning their screamo roots was a mistake. Going into their last record Keep You,
Pianos Become The Teeth dropped the screaming vocals, the distortion, and the passion in their music. Their new brand of dynamic-free and biteless indie rock didn’t work on Keep You,
and it still doesn’t work on Wait For Love,
the only difference is the drummer has learned how to stay afloat in a sea of mediocrity. Kyle Durfey is still incapable of melodic singing, still founders around the same one octave, never alternating in volume, cadence, or pitch - he’s still an emotionless husk of his former self. It’s completely disheartening, thinking about how his passionate screaming on "I’ll Get By" still makes me cry every time, yet every time I listen to their two newest records I’m struggling to stay awake. I don’t know where this band can go from here, and if I could give the drummer a piece of advice, I’d tell him to join a better band.