Explosions In The Sky – The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead P

Artist……………: Explosions In The Sky
Album…………….: The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead P
Source……………: NMR
Year……………..: 2003
Ripper……………: NMR
Codec…………….: LAME 3.88
Version…………..: MPEG 1 Layer III
Quality…………..: CBR 256, (avg. bitrate: 256kbps)
Channels………….: Stereo / 44100 hz
ID3-Tag v1………..: 1.1
ID3-Tag v2………..: 2.3
APE-Tag…………..: –
Information……….:

Ripped by…………: NMR
Posted by…………: Skid on 3/14/2008
News Server……….: news.easynews.com
News Group(s)……..: alt.binaries.sounds.mp3.post-rock
alt.binaries.sounds.mp3.indie

Included………….: NFO, M3U, PAR v2
Covers……………: Front
Tracklisting

01. (09:33) Explosions In The Sky – First Breath After Coma
02. (10:14) Explosions In The Sky – The Only Moment We Were Alone
03. (08:43) Explosions In The Sky – Six Days At The Bottom Of The
04. (08:50) Explosions In The Sky – Memorial
05. (08:17) Explosions In The Sky – Your Hand In Mine

Playing Time………: 45:38
Total Size………..: 83.59 MB

NFO generated on…..: 3/14/2008 9:37:28 AM

AMG Review by Johnny Loftus
Explosions in the Sky’s second effort takes a more studied, even lush
approach to the literate chaos of their 2001 debut. But put on your sad sack
thinking cap now, because Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place is a contemplative
and heady rush of masterful melancholia. Its six songs are multi-minute, slow
motion workouts of gentle electric guitar plucks and subtle/sudden washes of
percussion — they’re still instrumental, but as lyrical as anything in the indie
rock universe. “Only Moment We Were Alone” turns on a simple, melancholy
guitar figure, the drums shifting from insistent catch-up mode to a studied
march built to introduce the next layered crescendo. Explosions in the Sky
doesn’t shift as suddenly or jarringly on Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place; the
quartet has applied more structural predictability this time out, but is still quick
about setting the sad butterflies in your stomach to fluttering. “Memorial” is
the album’s meditative heart. It begins so quietly, reduced to brittle
landscapes of tone. Lightly chiming guitars drift in, like the echoes of church
bells off in narrow city streets. Then, like each of the album’s movements, it
surges forward in a rush, like the overtures of Sonic Youth separated, dried,
and ultimately lengthened in the blistering Texas sun. The final blast of
distortion and staccato drumming is Earth at full bittersweet bluster. “Your
Hand in Mine” ends things as they began, with a pair of determined guitars
picking out a melody that’s both pretty and pretty damn heartbreaking.
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