The small turning around

So you can not go wrong by saying: Those who survive the first ten minutes, so two songs, this album without major tantrums and displacement activity, which has managed the remains. Guaranteed. Because with these two songs is clear that Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney have adopted for their now eighth plate a bit far from the originally favored, crunchy lo-fi blues. But as bad, this is the consolation as just leave those two Psych rock numbers fear at the beginning, it is just not supposed to mean: How big is it then not, the turn-over. Danger Mouse was in the studio, so it is clear that it is indeed epic, breitwandiger, but also foxy and more varied, finally, neither he nor Carey and Auerbach have for simplicity.

Turn Blue sets before a first, exciting accent behavior, soulful, instrumented with Verve that bobs and bounces splendidly. Then equal Fever, mistakenly misunderstood as a stamp for the new dance record: Could be good that Brian Burton has found an interface to its Broken Bells, alone, it hurts the music of the Black Keys in any way. New and used to have maybe only the Casiotone sequences, but all around the band builds a wide range of beautiful melodies, leaving the percussion firecrackers sonically. The fact that the two Americans have taken a liking to the verzwirbelten sound of the 70s, one can barely hear, and of course they are so see Tame Impala and Toy all about the time. Sumptuous choruses in coarse-grained Kodachrome Geflimmer (Year in Review) and diffuse organ passages (Waiting On Words), they take everything with.

For the two strongest, griffigsten pieces they turn even the former core business back: Its Up To You Now is a terrific percussion track together mercilessly dengel Direction Blue Guitar, In Our Primetime contrast does something tricky with its multiple tempo changes, but comes with all Schunkelei not without Ordinary Riffarbeit from. Somehow forgiving the whole, finally, the two have been able to carry over the old strengths with to all the new and sometimes quite unusual facets of the album. This fits quite well that at the very end with Gotta Get Away a rather vulgar Rockn Roll-bouncer to Kehraus strikes up the can of beer hisses, a toast, a few memories, so bad the world can not be mapambulo: blog