Thursday Evening Vinyl

Yesterday we took HRH to see her first rock concert at the Darien Lake Amphitheater with Uncle Lance and Auntie Amy to see Nathaniel Rateliff along with the Kings of Leon and she loved it.  Total success!  So, of course, this afternoon we had to run and purchase the newest KOL album, ‘WALLS‘.


It’s easy to forget that when Kings of Leon broke through in 2008, they were already four albums deep into their career.  Buoyed by the popularity of hits ‘Use Somebody‘ and ‘Closer‘ the Tennessee four-piece transformed from ragged, post-punk upstarts into arena-bait arbiters of anthemic, mainstream rock uplift, exposing their abiding love for U2 in the process.

In some ways, the tonal shift made sense to a band poised to storm the awards stages next to similarly grand-minded acts like Coldplay and the Killers.  It’s a stance the band has assumed unflinchingly, if somewhat doggedly on subsequent albums like 2010’s ‘Come Around Sundown‘  and 2013’s ‘Mechanical Bull‘.  Although those albums had their brighter moments (the driving ‘Supersoaker’), there was a sense that just as KOL ascended to their rightful place in the post-U2 rock royalty, they became codified and predictable.

On this, their 7th studio album, 2016’s ‘WALLS‘, Kings of Leon clearly attempt to crack the surface of that codified shell, hunkering down in Los Angeles with producer Markus Dravs (Florence + the Machine, Arcade Fire, Mumford & Sons), purportedly taking a looser, less critical approach to recording.  The result is an album that does feel less claustrophobic than previous efforts, with a lean aesthetic that straddles the gaps between classic Tom Petty, ’80s Fleetwood Mac, and more contemporary acts like Arcade Fire.  It’s a brief album, clocking ten songs in just over 40 minutes.  There’s also a handful of catchy, pulse-pounding cuts here like sanguinely ecstatic ‘Find Me‘  (a great moment in the performance) and the swaggeringly heavy-browed ‘Reverend‘, both of which find lead singer Caleb Followill retaining his position as the band’s biggest asset; his emotive southern yawl rife with poetry and lyricism.  The looser approach also pays dividends as the band dive into the kinetic Afro-pop jauntiness of ‘Around the World‘, and commit with wholehearted sincerity to the melodic ’80s new wave-meets-’50s rock of ‘Eyes on You‘.  And while no one will accuse Kings of Leon of taking huge creative chances here, cuts like the ballad ‘Muchacho‘, with its endearingly creaky, analog-sounding drum machine, and the sparkling, sweet-toned ‘Conversation Piece‘, have the feel of in-the-moment discovery, as if the band recorded them not too soon after working them out.


I really liked the title track; a pretty cool tune actually.

Many of the tracks on this album also benefit from the added texture of keyboardist Liam O’Neill’s various Moog synthesizers, pianos, and Mellotrons. For longtime fans, there a few dependable arena belters here in the lead-off ‘Waste a Moment‘ and the yearning ‘Over‘, but, especially in regards to the latter, they beg you to push repeat. Ultimately, Kings of Leon have struck a nice balance here between the garage band passion of their early work, and the large scale bombast that made them stars.

More importantly, it’s a nice reminder and souvenir of a great evening out with friends, seeing great music and having a great first concert experience.

That, and it’s also a great companion for mommy’s amazing Big Taco Salad dinner tonight.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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