DOVES
Format: CD Album
Released: Mon 6 May 2002
Catalogue Number: 8122322
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Description:
"Words, they mean nothing, so you can't hurt me", croons Jez Williams on 'Words', precisely three minutes into Doves' second album. Hell, there's nothing like getting your retaliation in early. But anyone bearing any residual ill-will toward Doves and their extraordinary second album should leave right now. After all, it's not as though - Jimi's beard aside - they've shown signs of the flu-rock epidemic that's swept, erm, 'Guitar Britain' since, oh, 'OK Computer' (symptoms in victims: pallid complexion; week-in-bed clothes; tunes that help you grieve more easily). Doves may be depressed, sure, but unlike, say, Elbow, they're never depressing. When Jimi Goodwin sings, "You turn around and life's passed you by" on epic seven-minute Beach Boys-do-'I Am The Resurrection' single ' There Goes The Fear' it neither makes you want to dig out that rusty razor blade or wallow in the potential consequences of David Beckham's fractured metatarsal bone. Instead, much like masters of the art U2, it just makes you want to holler along louder. As their accountants might tell you, it's quite a knack.
That's not to say the much-trumpeted positivity of 'The Last Broadcast' has brought out Doves' latent frivolous gene. As befits any self-respecting Manchester band, there's always a thunderstorm of gloomy atmospherics lurking at any given chorus. A homage to 'Moonchild' by dreamy prog-rockers King Crimson even gets poetically re-titled 'M62 Song' and is explained away in the blurb as having been "recorded under a flyover" just in case we might have thought that Doves were getting a little, y'know, soft on us. Clearly, those food-fight videos remain a while off.
Musically, the thaw comes in waves of guitars which sound like keyboards and keyboards which sound like electronic ghosts gliding through deserted stately homes. Whatever they are, they give you the shivers. 'Satellites' has a gospel grandeur which nods to both Blur's 'Tender' and the liquid grace of Spiritualized's 'Cop Shoot Cop', while northern souls past and present flit by to pay their respects. The Beatles' 'It's All Too Much' gets not so much of a face-lift as a face-launch in the epic 'Words'; Badly Drawn Boy is shamelessly plundered in the title track and a Noel Gallagher-like knack for melody surfaces in the storming Oasis-esque 'NY'. Plus there's shades of everyone from (hate to say it, but it's true godammit) The Smiths to Echo And The Bunnymen to New Order in the overall swamp of not-quite-rock melancholia.
Imagine 'Lost Souls' injected with Prozac and a huge dose of weird guitar noises that give you goosebumps from head to toe. That's 'The Last Broadcast'. It's one of those rare albums that makes sense first thing in the morning and when your head's exploding. Where, exactly, did all the duff tracks go? Who cares? Words they mean nothing. Doves have made the most uplifting miserable album you'll hear all year. Wallow in it like a hot bath.
"Words, they mean nothing, so you can't hurt me", croons Jez Williams on 'Words', precisely three minutes into Doves' second album. Hell, there's nothing like getting your retaliation in early. But anyone bearing any residual ill-will toward Doves and their extraordinary second album should leave right now. After all, it's not as though - Jimi's beard aside - they've shown signs of the flu-rock epidemic that's swept, erm, 'Guitar Britain' since, oh, 'OK Computer' (symptoms in victims: pallid complexion; week-in-bed clothes; tunes that help you grieve more easily). Doves may be depressed, sure, but unlike, say, Elbow, they're never depressing. When Jimi Goodwin sings, "You turn around and life's passed you by" on epic seven-minute Beach Boys-do-'I Am The Resurrection' single ' There Goes The Fear' it neither makes you want to dig out that rusty razor blade or wallow in the potential consequences of David Beckham's fractured metatarsal bone. Instead, much like masters of the art U2, it just makes you want to holler along louder. As their accountants might tell you, it's quite a knack.
That's not to say the much-trumpeted positivity of 'The Last Broadcast' has brought out Doves' latent frivolous gene. As befits any self-respecting Manchester band, there's always a thunderstorm of gloomy atmospherics lurking at any given chorus. A homage to 'Moonchild' by dreamy prog-rockers King Crimson even gets poetically re-titled 'M62 Song' and is explained away in the blurb as having been "recorded under a flyover" just in case we might have thought that Doves were getting a little, y'know, soft on us. Clearly, those food-fight videos remain a while off.
Musically, the thaw comes in waves of guitars which sound like keyboards and keyboards which sound like electronic ghosts gliding through deserted stately homes. Whatever they are, they give you the shivers. 'Satellites' has a gospel grandeur which nods to both Blur's 'Tender' and the liquid grace of Spiritualized's 'Cop Shoot Cop', while northern souls past and present flit by to pay their respects. The Beatles' 'It's All Too Much' gets not so much of a face-lift as a face-launch in the epic 'Words'; Badly Drawn Boy is shamelessly plundered in the title track and a Noel Gallagher-like knack for melody surfaces in the storming Oasis-esque 'NY'. Plus there's shades of everyone from (hate to say it, but it's true godammit) The Smiths to Echo And The Bunnymen to New Order in the overall swamp of not-quite-rock melancholia.
Imagine 'Lost Souls' injected with Prozac and a huge dose of weird guitar noises that give you goosebumps from head to toe. That's 'The Last Broadcast'. It's one of those rare albums that makes sense first thing in the morning and when your head's exploding. Where, exactly, did all the duff tracks go? Who cares? Words they mean nothing. Doves have made the most uplifting miserable album you'll hear all year. Wallow in it like a hot bath.
Details:
- Discs: 2
Track Listing:
| 1. |
Intro
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| 2. |
Words
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| 3. |
There Goes The Fear
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| 4. |
M62 Song
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| 5. |
Where We're Calling From
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| 6. |
N.Y
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| 7. |
Satellites
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| 8. |
Friday's Dust
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| 9. |
Pounding
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| 10. |
Last Broadcast
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| 11. |
The Sulphur Man
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| 12. |
Caught By The River
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