Bremo? Never mind. Whatever style of music The Copperpot
Journals make, it's good, and that's what really
counts. Marrying a rather unique sense of lifting vocal
melody with an excellent use of jarring riffs and spacious
interludes leads to a great set of dynamics overall, and
the tracks jump and dive in a way that leads to real emotive
impact. It is often forgotten that feelings are, sometimes,
very simple things, and you don't need complication
to stir them. Thus Gareth Owen's pure, soaring vocals
go right to the heart, the angular rhythms knock you about
something proper, an inspiring chorus lifts you up and
then a delicate wash of strummed guitars sets you back
down with a hug. That said, though there are many great
moments on Pilots, there aren't quite enough great
tracks. Standouts are opener "Atlas And I" with
its snaky chorus, the poignant delicacy of "The Future
Is A Dare", the falsetto take-off of "Coronary",
and the brooding outro of "We Are A Black Box Recorders" (what
does that mean? Is it just a typo or incorrect grammar??),
but aside from those, little else stands out in the shape
of memorable songs as a whole. That, and the fact that
the sound of the band on record lacks some of the punch-in-the-gut
impact they possess live, are two minor gripes with what
is nevertheless a quality album by a new-ish British band
that will hopefully develop into something really special.
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