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Satanic Panic the Attic

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Satanic Panic the Attic
Satanic Panic the Attic

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Satanic Panic the Attic

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From the opening synth handclaps and dual lead guitar harmonies of "Disconnect the Dots," the first song on , you know you are in for a different . Working alone, save for a few helping hands on occasional strings and vocals, has crafted 's most focused and powerful-sounding record yet. Fans of the bursting-to-the-seams arrangements of the past may feel a bit let down by the stripped-down sound at first, but once you get past that feeling, the beautiful melodies and thrilling, immediate sound of the record are sure to reel you in. Besides, it isn't like this is a record. is still as surreal lyrically and musically inventive as ever. Instead of treading closely to the conventions of the chamber-psych sound, expands their musical reach quite impressively to encompass disco-funk ("My British Tour Diary," which comes replete with drum breaks and cowbell, and the lovely "Spike the Senses"), hard rock (the driving "How Lester Lost His Wife"), -style cosmic country ("Erroneous Escape into Erik Eckles"), power pop of the East Coast variety (the gushing and surprisingly personal love song "Your Magic Is Working"), well-done homage ("Climb the Ladder"), and acoustic balladry (the wonderful "City Bird," which has one of the band's sweetest melodies and strips the sound all the way down to acoustic guitar and multi-tracked vocal harmonies). The last song on the record ("Vegan in Furs") even manages a breathtaking fusion of Afro-pop, disco, and freakbeat. The tougher sound and punchier arrangements also help keep the more whimsical lyrical flights from crashing (see the necrophiliac anthem "Chrissy Kiss the Corpse" or the goofy "My British Tour Diary"). Where the sticky sweetness of the band may have been a touch cloying once, now the sugar smacks you right in the head like pop music at its best does. is probably the first record that doesn't sound like you need a special decoder ring to figure out what is going on, the first record that you can imagine people outside of the web ring buying and actually listening to with pleasure. To be able to create a record as openhearted and musically direct and great as this without sacrificing much of the inspiration and sound that first made the band worth hearing is quite a feat. ~ Tim Sendra
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