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| Sputnikmusic |
 There's something about Mew. Listen to any of their most recent albums, from 2003's Frengers to their latest, perhaps most ridiculously titled record, No More Stories/Are Told Today/I'm Sorry/They Washed Away//No More Stories/The World Is Grey/I'm Tired/Let's Wash Away, and the band gives off an ambitious notion matched by only the most pretentious experimental artists. Listen again and you get a far different impression, for just as Mew straddles pretentious, artsy ***, they also whole heartedly embrace enough pop sensibilities to make them readily accessible. And yet, they balance the two styles without compromising either. Of course, Mew is hardly the first band to bring together alterna-pop and pretentious, artsy ***, but the point is that they're damn good at what they do.On previous albums, one of Mew's greatest strengths has been their versatility. Although No More Stories… does little to change this, the record sees the band move away from the straightforward rock edge of Frengers in favour of a dream-pop sound. Indeed, the bouncy riffs of singles "Introducing Palace Players" and "Repeaterbeater" are closest that No More Stories… come to genuine rock songs, with the later being among the catchiest tracks Mew has done to date. But otherwise, Mew focuses on a more serene, laid back song structures. There's no shortage in swirly, atmospheric effects, and though No More Stories… isn't as connected as And the Glass Handed Kites, it flows as seamlessly as you could ask for. From the exotic effects of "Hawaii" to the guitar/piano interplay in "Silas the Magic Car", No More Stories… is a rather light-hearted affair that is easy to get lost in. It's a fairly nice contrast after the purposefully difficult And the Glass Handed Kites, admittedly enough....full text |
| Nme |
| Always inventive, often beautiful and occasionally totally sublime, Mew have always stood out from the pack, and this latest – with producer Rich Costey back on board – sees them raise the bar that extra inch higher. From the powerful opener ‘New Terrain’ onwards, ‘No More Stories’ makes you want to throw dangerous metaphors around like an online fanzine reviewer. ‘Hawaii’, for example, will make you want to scream ‘widescreen’ from the top of an icy mountain, while the gorgeous ‘Cartoons And Macramé Wounds’ is simultaneously ‘epic’, ‘lush’ and ‘woozy’. And YouTube the Fever Ray-like video for ‘Introducing Palace Players’. If you’re not sold by the time the lasers hit the snail tentacles, then you’re simply dead inside....full text |
| Contactmusic |
| Review of Mew's album No More Stories released through Columbia. Despite passing fifteen years as a band 'Mew' have always retained an innocent quality. The fey, quivering but rarely off-key vocals of Jonas Bjerre bore a striking resemblance to the testicularly-challenged pre-teen warblings of Aled Jones on their debut album 'A Triumph For Man', and the exploding guitars and dreamy synths of break-through LP 'Frengers' painted wondrous technicolour tapestrys full of imagination and make-believe that stood almost at a contrast to the Danes' increased profile and status, at least in more fanboy/girlish circles, as pin-ups. And whilst the band have gained in velocity and confidence throughout the years there is still an element of wonder and mischief in their music, not least in their fifth full-length albums title; 'No More Stories/ Are Told Today/ I'm Sorry/ They Washed Away/ No More Stories/ The World Is Grey/ I'm Tired/ Let's Wash Away'. 'New Terrain' and 'Repeaterbeater' marry the schematics and near-nonsensical broken English lyrics present in earlier material to a racier pulse and edgier instrumentation. This is done in a similar way to 'Special' and 'Zookeepers Boy' from their most recent full-length '...And The Glass Handed Kites', but here the results are much more focused and aggressive, however strange it seems to associate such an adjective with the band. Here the influence of Dinosaur Jr (past collaborators), Superchunk, Husker Du and the like are worn on the sleeves instead of sheepily introduced into epic choruses....full text |
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