Noah and The Whale, escapism never felt so right

New music is like dust. You can get enveloped by it, shake it off and yet it still finds its way back into your daily life. I have no problem with this, as I have a slight affinity for dust and I adore new music. That analogy aside, I’m off-put on a Tuesday eve, inspired by voices rather than guided. These voices seem to peruse dusty bookshelves striving for a meaning. A glance at the moon assures I’ve not lost touch with the night and lulls me to thoughtless motion. Eyeballs glare without sentiment at the reflection staring effortlessly back from the window.

At present I’m listening to Noah and the Whale, I’ve heard them just once before and that disturbs me as their newest album, Last Night On Earth, has got me by the coattails. Hook, line and sinker, they’ve matured…the sounds of men have come forth to settle all bets.

Their tunes allow for odd situations to present themselves in dream-scape and I relapse, playing them out threefold until I’ve found a solution. The music…the lyrics aren’t necessarily the forefront, they’re subliminal. They set a mind at ease and allow it to breed nonsensical, rhythmic thoughts.

These chords are made for ballads and these ballads made for heavy hearts. Glimmers of hope set a mind to reminisce. It’s music one might listen to while brooding over a wayward stranger. It’s rekindled that old lonely feeling that one must come to grips with to truly feel alive. That sharp, nagging, unsettling piece of memory we shove so far inside it aches. That ache, brought to the surface is a beautiful thing; it often materializes at a random moment, in public, formed as a small breakdown.

With that said, this band will not depress you, nor will they lighten your load. They produce thinkable music, pondering music.

Quick with a solemn phrase that parallels an upbeat tune.  Words set to flighty instruments. Produced, but not overtly so. I’m  certain this band will be crowd-pleasing.

Wistful and ambient, clever mind games set to the tune of optimistic heartache. Optimism is a somewhat clever tool. The vocals have progressed, almost unrecognizable and in theory that means you’ve arrived. When maturation doesn’t sully an already vibrant talent and when a group seeks out its higher self until they’ve exhausted any streets that previously led them astray it seems to inspire brilliance. The new album is just that, tops.

Set clear the schedule in that book of days you follow, Noah and the Whale is bringing their live set to Chicago’s Lincoln Hall on Friday and Saturday. Shows begin at 10PM and tickets are $20.00. **Friday’s Show has sold out.**

-Holly Jones, Editor, On Tour Magazine