The Rosebuds third album, Night of the Furies, ditches the indie signifiers that blurred the aural distinction between them and a clutch of early noughties indie acts. Guitars are buried in the mix; nostalgic whimsy is beaten into something darker. It’s not exactly a scaling-back—there’s still plenty going on in these rich, dark-chocolate songs—but as the Rosebuds have streamlined to two full time members, so the songs no longer sound like cheerful committee-efforts wrestled to a cozy, amicable standstill in the middle of Indie Park.   Full text...

Danceable yet moody, enticing in sound yet dark in theme, The Rosebuds have pulled themselves out of the sophomore slump that was Birds Make Good Neighbors to make the record The Rapture and South wish they could.  Full text...

With Night of the Furies, the Rosebuds have cemented their knack for interpretation and their continued willingness to imaginatively explore all facets of romantic relationships. Their two prior LPs progressed in the exaggerated manner of a dramatic serial, with each record increasing the emotional and creative stakes, and Furies feels like the culmination of an extended narrative.  Full text...

The Rosebuds recreate the resounding post-post-punk sound of Echo & The Bunnymen and OMD on "Cemetery Lawn," get toe-tappingly happy in a Haircut 100/Human League way on "Get Up Get Out," and even revive the retro-modernist '80s version of Leonard Cohen on the album-opener, "My Punishment For Fighting."  Full text...

Plucky indie-rock duo get out of the house and shake it.   Full text...

The Rosebuds haven't so much abandoned the sound of their prior record as they have added a new element. The overwhelming sense of spookiness and sorrow is ever-present; it's just now that much easier to dance the pain away.  Full text...