Poets Of The Fall released their new album on Spotify today and I’ve been listening to it on repeat at my work placement. It certainly made the time pass while I was scanning piles of files.
(The video is sort of dark carnivalesque. Don’t watch if you have a phobia of clowns. Or fire.)
POTF are a band I happened upon while browsing Spotify one day. I haven’t really looked up much about them but I know they’ve been around a decade or so and all their albums are on Spotify. They seem very creative and the singer has an interesting vocal range. In general, I like their music, I wouldn’t be writing about their new album otherwise. I find it’s quite calming (I speak as one who finds Metallica relaxing when I’m stressed), I like to get lost in the imagery. It’s melancholic but not miserable, if that makes any sense.
This album doesn’t disappoint; it’s as good as any of their previous albums. The images in the music, the soft guitars, and instrumental interludes of soaring guitars are typical of POTF.
If I had any criticism it’s that I could put all the albums they’ve ever made in a single playlist and put it on shuffle, and I wouldn’t be able to pick out new from old. I enjoy the music but there never seems to be any stylistic change. There’s no point changing a good thing, I suppose, but surely you’d get bored eventually?
I certainly enjoyed listening to this album but it didn’t set the world on fire for me.