Make no mistake: this album is not for those who want a quick glimpse into the life of a singer or songwriter, it’s an album meant to help you reflect on yourself.  Full text...

In a matter of six songs and roughly forty-two minutes, the most refreshing collection of instrumentals is laid upon your ears. Modest, yet dynamic, All of a Sudden… is a worthy proponent to Explosions in the Sky's unembellished magnificence and mystique.   Full text...

On All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone, their fourth LP (and their first since recording the score of the 2004 film Friday Night Lights), guitars, pianos, and drums build from trancelike hushes to violent peaks before collapsing back into quiet; the band runs through intricately nuanced compositions with the fervor of an inspired jam session.  Full text...

It doesn’t break any padlocks, pick any keyholes or add any new instruments (save the isolated keys on ‘What Do You Go Home To?’), and you’ll be able to recognise the elongated loops and dots of their signature sound in an instant if you’re already a fan.  Full text...

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Like any instrumental album, All of a Sudden takes a little more patience than the latest pop-bending post-hardcore buzz band. Patience, yes -- but not forgiveness. Even in its most spiraling moments -- of which EITS has many -- accessibility holds All of a Sudden together.  Full text...

Like Icelandic soundscapers Sigur Rós, the band have quietly but steadily built themselves the kind of secret mass audience which modern trend-watchers would have us believe is only achievable via MySpace or other internet portals. Along with Mogwai, Sigur Rós remain the most obvious comparison for EITS, whose lengthy, methodical instrumentals proceed at a sometimes achingly slow pace, without any startling changes in direction or structure.  Full text...

Explosions in the Sky make slightly melodramatic, overly gorgeous guitar-based music with no vocals and lots of well-placed crescendos leading to crashing drums and some consonant distortion. No remorse, no ambition.  Full text...