Review Summary: The romance is over and so is Beirut.
I fell in love with Beirut in a weird time in my life; before coming out, during an unfulfilling relationship and while mired in the dog days of my college career. Living in comparative squalor and finishing my undergrad, Lon Grisland EP
was the soundtrack to a rough and especially cold winter. Its jaunty tunes recall vivid images of innocuous nothingness--a snowy alley or a busy library. And since then its been something I return to, thorny memories and all.
Which is why I continually chase the Beirut dragon. The band evokes stirring visions of other lands in romantic eras; paintings that transport you to exotic locales and away from whatever ***ty situation you find yourself in. But Gallipoli
follows No No No
et al. in all its toothlessness. Beirut aren’t edgy (well were they ever") and they aren’t exotic--Beirut are a ~modern indie band~ in the best and worst ways; pale in the face and weak of heart.
For its faults, Gallipoli
. It’s pleasant
. But it’s the type of nice that makes you wonder if there was any substance there at all. Is “Elephant Gun” good or are those rose-tinted glasses glued to my godammed retinas" With Gallipoli
, songs like “I Giardini” float by while “Corfu” staggers past, forgettable and inane. The one-two punch of “When I Die” and the title track are surprisingly lush and emotive, but nothing comes close to evoking any “feelings.”
replaces the wide-eyed wonderment of other times and places with a cynical twee tableau. The romance is over, and fu
ck, so are Beirut.