 | | The Montgolfier Brothers – All My Bad Thoughts |
Three years may seem like an eternity to some bands, but so laidback and ethereal is the Montgolfiers’ sound, it’s entirely appropriate that they have taken their time and crafted every line, honed down every observation, carefully and delicately chosen every note. As with Elbow’s Leaders Of The Free World, this is an album born of and moulded by Manchester. Even the inner artwork, a scratched black and white inversion of the Northern Quarter’s Koffee Pot, reflects the places and people that inspired Quigley’s words and Tranmer’s music. Indeed, it was in that very café that Quigley honed several of these songs. In setting the scene so definitely, Quigley and Tranmer’s usual power to weave intricate and precious dreams that wander through your psyche and soothe your soul is magnified to potent proportions. Even the slightly odd inclusion of Quigley’s old drinking partner Dave Campion’s tale of 50’s Oldham Street works in the storytelling mood of the overall collection, breaking up Quigley’s silky voice with a rougher tone. All My Bad Thoughts is, as with all the Montgolfiers’ work, not an instantly understandable album, yet give it long enough and it finds its way, all weary yet comforting, all soothing yet despairing, into your heart. If you want something easy, go elsewhere. If, however, you are prepared to put some effort into your listening, rewards and some very good thoughts await. |
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charley radtke
My comments to anyone reading is rather simple. The reviews claim this is a great album for a late night, or a sunday morning.... What the hell! It is a great album regardless of the day or time of day. Of course, you have to live with it, let it sink in, envelope you, and you need to be ready to realize what it is you are getting into.
No, it is not what some reviewers have claimed, a mix of...... this is music, at its most vunerable, it's most clear form....\
buy the damn thing!
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