`Missiles' is a more mature outing for Murray Lightburn and sole remaining Dear (and wife) Natalia Yanchak. Gone are the youthful distractions of noisy outros and keyboard noodlery as can be found on the debut
No Cities Left, and instead, relaxing saxophone anecdotes (Disclaimer) and measured song building, breaking into clever release (Missiles).
Fans will be easily pleased; repeat listens reveal a subtle grower. New comers to the Dears are not really the intended market for the record, and so may take longer to love the smug couple, but should find plenty to enjoy nevertheless. Murray's vocals are soothing as ever, but don't quite live up to the former, Morrissey-level of lyrical dexterity with which comparisons were made. Awkward moments such as the high-school-like syntax ordering that allow tears that will not `quell' to be sung purely to achieve a rhyme, or the cringe-worthy mention of someone being `as cool as a cucumber' undo a little, but not much of the musically-sound, good work.
Murray does not appear egocentric, insisting on his input alone and as such, Yanchak's moment comes in `Crisis 1&2' where her vocals serve as welcome distraction. Murray allows the discreet guitar work and considered bass of the album to do a lot of the work for him, the rhythmic drumming in `Dream Job' also being pleasingly noteworthy, progressing the listen forward with each stroke.
This is a collection of refined indie rock tracks, which sit regally in the Canadian landscape from whence they sprung. Murray has hinted that this album might be the Dears' last, but he should rest easy knowing that if it is, it would not be with a whimper that he left us.