Album Review

Explosions in the Sky "Take Care, Take Care, Take Care"

Brent Andermann
We are a civilization of extroversion. All realism, all the time. This might explain why the concept of instrumental music is unappealing to a vast majority. The Beatles gave a manifesto, a proactive mantra for the people. Lyrical music, for better or worse, gives people the ability to release their energy out into the world and know that they have been heard. There is also an element of reliability. No matter what the lyrics are, you can make them relevant to you. It is much harder to relate to sounds. In these sounds, there is the abstract. This is where Explosions in the Sky lives. They, like almost every other instrumental band, hate the term “post rock”. Finally, though, Explosions in the Sky can say that they have made efforts to differentiate themselves from other bands that have been lumped into the genre.

Everything familiar, everything new, everything borrowed, everything blue. You know the point in a band’s career where they stop second guessing themselves and start making music for them? This is that time. This is a band fully in control of their reason and ready to make lasting music that expands the sense of consciousness and gives the children of summer a reason to embrace the warmth of the sun and wonder many hours after if they are connected to the night sky. That’s what music should do. This is not a perfect record. It is at times boring and disappointing (i.e. a good portion of the song “Postcard From 1952”), but only because it sounds too comfortable and related to where this band has gone. They have, as we tend to do, grown. All of these sounds mean so much more than sweating out a youthful fever. They are purposeful. Explosions in the Sky are running through the darkness in winter (“Be Comfortable, Creature). Explosions in the Sky are floating in the final moments before death (“Human Qualities”). Explosions in the Sky are in the hills, stumbling over themselves with laughter, shouting and believing in the big nothing (“Trembling Hands”). For once, they are having fun.