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Temporary Residence
Released: 02/20/07 |
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Explosions In The Sky
Known for bringing an emotional heft and sense of hope to a usually placid genre, Explosions In The Sky have experienced the kind of meteoric rise in popularity that flies in the face of music industry convention. Their songs run well past a length suitable for radio play or commercial music videos; they avoid performing in LiveNation/Clear Channel venues; they didn't jump to a major label; and they don’t sing. They’re also the very rare band that fans of Sigur Ros, Sufjan Stevens and My Chemical Romance can all agree on. EITS are not just an anomaly, they’re a gateway.
Explosions In The Sky learned a great deal about themselves and their music while scoring the acclaimed major motion picture Friday Night Lights. Besides confirming that their cathartic mini-symphonies were perfectly suited for cinema, it presented and anxious fear that their songs were becoming too easy – both to compose and to listen to. Rather than churn out a new album every year, recycling the sound and vision that made their breakthrough The Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place such an unlikely runaway success, they ceased their normally rigorous touring schedule for nearly two years to write and re-write and record and re-record the inspired album that will surely be known as their brightest hour.
Thirty seconds is all you’ll need to believe in the tragedy-turned-majesty of All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone, Explosions In The Sky’s long-awaited, very eagerly anticipated fourth album. The hands-over-your-face, drop-to-your-knees opening track is only the beginning of the dominating brilliance of this record. Recorded by John Congleton (The Roots, The Mountain Goats) at Pachyderm Studios in rural Minnesota, the album is a massive leap forward, showcasing a broader instrumental range and their most focused, efficient songwriting. It’s also within arm’s length of matching the overwhelming glory of their legendary live shows, trading in the crystalline production of The Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place for a paint-peeling intensity that blurs the lines between studio and live performance.
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