First to the plate: A store sample belongs, fetched directly. Because there was simply no reason to hesitate. The sound finely scattered guitar sounds and perfectly-arranged bass and drum sequences mixes thanks to the pervasive voice of frontman Brandon Flowers at a consistently convincing overall impression which reminds me very incidentally to the style of Scorpions. But perhaps also the of REO Speedwagon. But perhaps also the Queen, The Cars, Yes and so on ... I could go on forever on. But the opener "Flesh and Bone" reveals where the journey goes. Back in a time of music and youth, which was free of any Justin Bieber, fashionable conventions and annoying to distressing "Nu Age" -Hymnen that one after a single hearing, please again to forget at all costs.
The truly interesting thing about this album is that the killer never submit to the retro sound completely, but to put this much more with pride like a beautiful, old biker jacket. On Youtube there has been in the video for "Human" even a comment that struck in this regard the bull's eye: "The Killers are not being 80's They Live the 80's" - What leads us straight to the many flames on of local side.
It is to say embarrassing and stupid beyond measure, one may for the reason this album not because it sounds too 80's. True fans of the first hour know that this band has the 80 always, though not completely interpreted since their first appearance in many of their songs, in their own way. Draw only as an example approach this kind songs like "Mr. Brightside", "When you were young," or "Read My Mind" to substantiate this thesis consistently.
Taken Regardless of the reason, I do not want me here more excited about the many nerds and pseudo intellectuals, only add once again that "Be Still", the anthem of the album, both lyrically and sound technically the most touching piece Synthiepop since Bruce Springsteen's "Streets of Philadelphia is "and should be awarded the Grammy. Must. No ifs, no buts. If I only think of the song, my tears are in his face. More needs to be said probably not.
Oh, I forgot one more: The incredibly awesome cover! (And above has apparently been here nobody, nobody of those present said a word, eventually the eye decides whatsoever with!) A black horse, which in the barren mountains of galloping towards hill and dale a heating 70s Muscle Car ... Sorry but alone this deserves an award!
Conclusion: In a time when no longer of sound but only the marketing within the musical world plays a role, full of talent shows, Idol and X-Factor Konfuzen infected and of selfsame no end in sight seems to be, this foursome proves us from Las Vegas that music that comes not ever subtle, but also purely instrumentally better fitted out, is now proven frowned upon. In a time when not even concert stages before Kotz- Pinkel- and sex orgies are immune, shows us this rock band that they at what they do (music) still with full heart and soul and soul into it, sometimes with faster, partly funky but also ebnendere sounds.
For all of my high two existing and 998 imaginary thumb!
