Which brings us to Mirage Rock, the end point of a journey from north to south, from lone wolf to family man, from indie label to major muscle. And therein lies the problem - it’s not that Mirage Rock is by anyone’s definition a bad record, it’s actually a rather accomplished one, slickly made and smoothly played, but it is painfully easy. Mirage Rock, the follow-up to Band of Horses' 2010 Grammy-nominated Infinite Arms, has a heart-on-sleeve immediacy thanks to veteran producer Glyn Johns' insistence that the band deliver well-rehearsed live takes of much of the material.
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As a man steeped in Americana it’s no surprise that Ben Bridwell’s career has drifted audibly across the USA. By the time Band of Horses popped into existence he’d already lived in South Carolina, Arizona, Olympia and Seattle and each seemed to have a presence in his music: countryish and homespun, but with scrappy, indie character, Iron+Wine meeting the more gnarled end of Seventies Neil Young via ELO and Pavement. It was the two sides balancing each other out that gave those early records so much character and made, say, ‘There Is a Ghost’ so compelling, setting them apart from your common or garden Fleet Foxes, your Bon Ivers and your Midlakes.
Format: LP Vinyl. Label: Columbia. Email to friends Share on Facebook - opens in a new window or tab Share on Twitter - opens in a new window or tab Share on Pinterest - opens in a new window or tab. New Album Out Now. Tweets by @bandofhorses. Sep 19, 2012 Band of Horses' fourth album moves further into the realm of radio-conscious pop staked out by its 2010 predecessor, Infinite Arms. Befitting its name, Mirage Rock is so lightweight.
Since moving back home to Carolina to raise a family, Bridwell has been gradually smoothing the Northwestern edges of his sound, while his band - once effectively a solo project - stabilised into a solid five-piece unit with the distribution and marketing might of Columbia records picking up from old label Sub Pop. Their breakthrough album, 2010's Infinite Arms, took those lo-fi beginnings and stretched them into something the mainstream could swoon over, gaining the band a huge global audience and the space and scope to follow, say, Kings of Leon as big players while crucially still showing traces of something rougher and more knockabout. Which brings us to Mirage Rock, the end point of a journey from north to south, from lone wolf to family man, from indie label to major muscle. And therein lies the problem - it’s not that Mirage Rock is by anyone’s definition a bad record, it’s actually a rather accomplished one, slickly made and smoothly played, but it is painfully easy to ignore.
It’s those rough edges that are missing. For most of its 40 minutes the record is a love letter to Seventies country rock, to Tom Petty, the Flying Burrito Brothers and the Eagles; less Crazy Horse, and more Crosby, Stills and Nash. It’ll probably sell by the bucketload but that’s not the point. That doesn’t mean we have to love it. Things start pretty well with ‘Knock Knock’, a sunny, carefree dash with a solid pop heart that harks back to Bridwell's best, a more bubblegum version sure, but a satisfying progression. It’s not sustained though- ‘How To Live’ grasps so desperately for FM Radio it feels like a needy girlfriend shouting “LOVE ME NASHVILLE, LOVE ME!”, while somewhere in ‘Slow Cruel Hands’ there’s the germ of something folkish and lovely lost when someone presses the ‘country by numbers’ switch about two thirds in.
The best of country, the best of Americana, hell, the best of Band of Horses has a strata of melancholy under the surface that is largely absent here. When it does come, especially on closer ‘Heartbreak 101’, or on ‘Long Vows’ where the slide guitar feels properly mournful and weepy, it’s a reminder of what Bridwell can do, of what could have been. Those touches of real heart are thin on the ground though, the larger part of the record is too slight to be really moving. Like the wallpaper in your house it can be pretty, fun, and makes a nice background to your life, but you’re rarely emotionally engaged by it.
When the band cut loose a little and mess with the formula things do look up. ‘Dumpster World’ swings along innocently enough and gets all grungey in the middle, and ‘Fued’ is a very welcome step back into that Pavementish lo-fi pop Band of Horses have always dabbled in, but really it’s too little too late.
This isn’t Cease To Begin, and of course it’s unfair to judge Mirage Rock for what it isn’t. All artists have the right to evolve, and across three increasingly slick albums we’ve seen this coming - If Bridwell and company want to shoot for the stars commercially then they’ve earned that more than most, good on them, we wish them well. There are those that will love this record, for whom it will be the gateway into earlier, richer work. But for those of us who have already been spellbound by what Ben Bridwell can create, this is simply not enough.
- Marc Burrows's Score
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After key Band of Horses influence Neil Young experienced his commercial peak with Harvest -- the 1972 country rock cornerstone -- he famously reflected that it had put him in the middle of the road and that he soon “headed for the ditch.” On Mirage Rock -- the follow-up to the Ben Bridwell-fronted act’s Grammy-nominated, game-changing 2010 release, Infinite Arms -- Band of Horses keep a safe distance from the ditch with the help of producer Glyn Johns. As it happens, he’s the very man who helped the 1972-1973 period Eagles lineup hone their saccharine, radio-friendly and harmony-laden sound while Young was exploring comparatively rugged and less-traveled terrain. Seemingly enlisted to consolidate the success of the self-produced Infinite Arms, Johns brings a great deal of experience to Mirage Rock. Production-wise, while Infinite Arms was layered and cavernous, Mirage Rock has a heart-on-sleeve immediacy to it, borne out of Johns’ insistence that the band deliver well-rehearsed live takes of much of the material. However, while their third record flowed effortlessly, the ebb of Mirage Rock is, to some extent, compromised by an earnest attempt to showcase the band’s eclecticism. The strong opening trio of tracks -- the pounding, lo -fi indie rock of “Knock Knock,” the striking Jayhawks-inspired country pop of “How to Live,” and the laid-back, melancholic West Coast haze of “Slow Cruel Hands of Time” -- are contrasting but inspired choices for the album’s front end. However, the mid-set “Dumpster World” -- sonically closer to a pastiche of George Martin’s America than the Eagles -- has its understated sarcasm crushed by a chugging alt-rock mid-section. Similarly, while Bridwell’s uptempo and overtly political “Feud” approximates Graham Nash fronting the Foo Fighters, it sits awkwardly between the bluegrass-tinged “Everything’s Gonna Be Undone” and the truly beautiful, strolling Buffalo Springfield nod “Long Vows.” All in all, though, it’s the pros that outweigh the cons here. Bridwell’s natural gift for melody is given room to shine throughout and is complemented by some of the finest, most spine-tingling harmonies among the band and their contemporaries. There’s also a playful sense of humor evident here on tracks such as “A Little Biblical,” which can sometimes be lacking in the music of Fleet Foxes, Kings of Leon, and their ilk. In addition, Bridwell shows that he can match Robin Pecknold lyrically on “Slow Cruel Hands of Time,” a sincere, heartfelt rumination on growing old that takes in the grandeur of “the sky…in the yard” and the minutiae of stumbling across “a big city man” he used “to rumble with…back in high school.” Overall, though, while Mirage Rock sees Band of Horses further immerse themselves in Americana, more than anything it finds them enraptured by the simple joy of music-making. “Electric Music” -- a freewheeling slice of Stones/Creedence-inspired rock -- encapsulates this premise and finds them “traveling the open road” without a ditch in sight.
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