Amazon.co.uk Review
With no vocals (the closest they get is spoken word samples) God Speed You Black Emperor let the music speak for itself. The two CDs which make up
Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven divide into four compositions (each about 20 minutes long) that see a continuation of GSYBE's orchestral exploration of space rock, utilising instruments such as violins, cellos and French horns along with the rock standard guitars. These are used to create richly woven and layered music which rises into dramatic crescendos and--when combined with subtle percussion and feedback--falls back into ambient soundscapes. This enables God Speed You Black Emperor's music to have a narrative, cinematic feel as it moves between intense emotions like anxiety, loneliness and anger, often within a single track. For some this is a weakness in
Lift Your Skinny Fists..., making it more fragmented than
Slow Riot for New Zero Kanada--it is clear GSYBE are trying to say something, its just not clear what. For others however, this is their beauty. --
Caroline Butler
CD Description
This two-disc Godspeed You Black Emperor tour de force is considered something of a milestone of the post-rock age. Thefirst disc opens with slowly drifting ambient droning, which gradually begets mournful strings and a distant, pitch-shifted evangelical sermon before an increasingly ominous thudding rock beat, guitars, glockenspiel, distortion, and bass come spiraling in to break things up for an ever-tightening crescendo. The following piece, "Static", is marked by the early arrival of a hauntingly sad melody (yes, an actual melody), followed by slowly accelerating beats and the ghost of adying bagpipe--one of Emperor's truly majestic moments--which later segues into shopping announcements and more treateddistortion.
The second disc starts off with a sample of an old man reminiscing about the long-lost glory days of Coney Island. The music coasts on through the ashes of time from there, drifting with swooping guitars that sound like Yma Sumac vocals, building into crescendo after crescendo, with drums increasing, pounding, and expiring. The last track kicks off with some bluesy folk crooning that then dissolves into an evaporating haze of strings and guitars. By turns operatic, rocked-out, and mournfully apocalyptic, ANTENNAS conjures deep emotions, landscapes, and even socio-political commentary, and some might sincerely argue that it also makes wonderful housecleaning music.