I first listened to this album on a long-haul flight. (It was either this or Mike Bubble!) I set the entertainment system to repeat and lay back and listened. The engines of the plane were loud and the headphones were rubbish, but as the plane got higher and higher I got deeper and deeper into the music ...
The Beasts are hard to categorize, very unique. They seem to combine the naked emotional honesty of The Smiths with the 'percussive precision' of Talk Talk. Many of the songs are intimate, soft-focused elegies that although not immediately accessible will eventually take hold and not let you go until you have fully appreciated all that they offer. There is slightly less whooping and hollering from Hayden Thorpe and we hear more from Tom Fleming which I think benefits the whole album. In particular, they are not afraid to let their voices drift away and let the music come to the fore. The epic closer, `End Come Too Soon' is a perfect example of this.
Not only is the music beautifully constructed and crafted, but the lyrics also reward investigation. Like Mumford&Sons, the Beasts have started to mine literary and cinematic themes to complement their lyrical offerings. On `Bed of Nails', we have Hamlet serenading his tragic love Opheilia with amusing word play '... Oh Ophelia, I feel you ..., I feel you ...' and later on Mary Shelly's Frankenstein is summoned up to express the intensity of the love that has been born! 'It's alive!' `Albatross' has obvious references to Coleridge's epic maritime poem, `The Rime of the Ancient Mariner'. Apparently, the film, `Woman on the Edge of a Nervous Breakdown' by cinematic maestro Pedro Almodovar is the inspiration for 'Loop the Loop'. A song about the heart - that most resilient of muscles. The most famous line in the film is referenced in the song, 'How many men have you had to forget? - As many as the women you remember'.
Highlights are many; the swirling repetition of `Loop the Loop', the eerie and stealth-like threat of `Plaything', (Is his new `squeeze' human or plastic?) and `Bed of Nails' is fast-becoming one of my favourite `alternative' love-songs. I love the lines, `Ink up the wound for a crude tattoo, A big old red heart with an anchor stuck through'. Morrissey would be proud of that couplet!
As the plane journey came to an end, I was drowsy but still listening to 'Smother'. The pilot informed us that our landing time would be delayed. I was relieved; I hadn't finished listening to the album ... for about the eleventh time!