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Band Of Horses - Cease To Begin
| Avclub | | Southern rock used to mean stars, bars, blues, and beer, but young turks like My Morning Jacket and now Band Of Horses have added sweetness, sadness, dreaminess, and weed to the mix. (Maybe Southern man doesn't mind having Neil Young around, after all.) Principal member Ben Bridwell recently moved back to his home state of South Carolina from Seattle, and while his band's sophomore effort, Cease To Begin, doesn't deviate much from its excellent 2006 debut, Everything All The Time, the record's relaxed, understated grace is distinctively Southern in its lack of self-consciousness....full text |
| | Austinchronicle | | "Wheeling through an endless fog, we are the ever-living ghost of what once was," chimes Ben Bridwell on "No One's Gonna Love You," encapsulating the liminal tension between memory and reality that pulls continually within Band of Horses follow-up to last year's sublime Everything All the Time. With Bridwell returning to his South Carolina roots to record, Cease to Begin struggles with a tenuous reconciliation of past and present. The wilting, melancholic reverb of opener "Is There a Ghost" breaks against a surge of guitars and casts lines like "The world's such a wonderful place" in "Ode to LRC" as more hesitant plea than affirmation. The upbeat lilt of "The General Specific" and crash of "Cigarettes, Wedding Bands" balance the delicateness of "Detlef Schrempf." "No revelations in the water, no tears into the booze," Bridwell imparts in closer "Window Blues," but Band of Horses keeps demonstrating both....full text |
| | Nme | | Suffering succotash! Yet more beardie Yanks! Shares in Gillette must be tumbling. But facial adornments aside, admirers of My Morning Jacket and Nada Surf will appreciate Band Of Horses' brand of intelligent, jangly, folkish rock. 'Cease To Begin' is the second album by this trio from the foothills of the Appalachian mountains and, with angel-voiced lead singer Ben Bridwell at the fore, it's a delightfully soothing record. It's founded on some Flaming Lips-style handclapping, ghostly echoes, plinky-plonk piano amid much musing on love unrequited and, on 'Ode To LRC', a lost dog who used to visit Bridwell. The highpoint is the beautiful, echo-laden country waltz 'Detlef Schrempf' - a song about a six-foot-nine German basketball player....full text |
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