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| Musicomh |
 If a week is a long time in politics, then four years in the just-as-fickle music industry can feel like an eternity. Since anthemic Mancunian rockers Doves last left a recording studio in anger, prime ministers have fallen, wars have been fought, the world's financial markets have been brought to their knees and a Kermit-voiced Welsh chanteuse has inexplicably bludgeoned her way to the upper echelons of the UK's music scene. For Doves' closest contemporaries, bands occupying the emotive bloke-rock spectrum like Coldplay and Elbow, disappearing from view for the best part of half a decade would signal something worrying to their legions of fans. But Doves have built their career on fortitude in the face of adversity. Rising from the literal ashes of '90s dance act Sub Sub (their studio burned down, taking most of their work with it) the trio's more rock influenced sound catapulted them to huge critical and sometime commercial acclaim, with two number one albums and a string of successful singles....full text |
| Avclub |
| There’s something simultaneously admirable and a little ornery about the way Manchester modern rock band Doves keeps returning to the same yearning, billowing, slightly scarred midtempo anthems it started out with a decade ago. The sound of Doves’ fourth album, Kingdom Of Rust, is the sound of the early ’00s, when a legion of bands from the UK and elsewhere spent their time splitting the difference between Swervedriver and U2, creating big-sounding, vaguely ominous music for The Bubble Age. Listeners feeling nostalgic for those times will likely find a lot to like about Kingdom Of Rust, with its skipping rhythms, chiming guitars, wobbly sheets of synthesizer, and the throaty, eyes-screwed-shut yelp of frontman Jimi Goodwin. And even those who think Doves peaked with 2002’s sprawling The Last Broadcast should appreciate the new album’s sonic depth, which gives the band’s old whisper-to-shout style more fluidity. As Doves drift through the title track—moving from a hushed, organic guitar-bass-drums format to something more orchestrated and stormy—they show off all the tricks they’ve learned over the past 10 years, about how to build a big space and then fill it with an electric, multicolored haze....full text |
| Uncut |
| In recent months, a lot of positive things have been attributed to Elbow’s award-winning brand of northern rock, but there is one bunch of shaggy Mancunians who should be particularly grateful for the late blooming of Guy Garvey’s mob. In spite of past fortunes, Elbow’s new-found success has prepared the ground for the kind of epic melancholy indie at which Doves excel. Earthy sincerity laced to chiming riffs, robust songs of intimacy and local geography sung by unshaven men within touching distance of 40: Kingdom Of Rust confirms that Doves do this better than anyone else. That there’s been a gap of four years between albums makes their return sweeter still. Even Doves’ staunchest admirers would concede that Jimi Goodwin and the Williams twins, Andy and Jez, had begun to tread water by 2005’s Some Cities, their third in five years, a record that sold well but didn’t take any unexpected diversions. For their fourth album, Kingdom Of Rust, the band decamped to their studio in a converted dairy farm, far enough from anywhere, and spent the next two-and-a-half years crafting these dozen songs, day in, day out. “It was a case of, justify why we’re still together in this room, after this long,” says Goodwin....full text |
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