Idlewild, Everything Ever Written, album review: A Grateful Dead-like grace which could be their best work so far
Musically, the lay-off, and the acquisition of new bass and keyboard players, has worked wonders for Idlewild’s sonic palette
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Your support makes all the difference.“Did you ever get the feeling that ‘I made important decisions far too late in life’?” asks Roddy Woomble here in “So Many Things to Decide”.
It might stand as the query underlying all of Everything Ever Written, an album that finds the former literate new-wavers grappling with Big Questions, years after they effectively gave up and (thankfully, not permanently) went their separate ways.
The odd thing about their dissolution was that it happened after their strongest album thus far, 2009’s Post Electric Blues, which found them adopting the mantle of R.E.M., with a blend of intimacy, intelligence and imagination that’s pleasingly reprised on Everything Ever Written. The closest they come to that specific sound is on the galloping rockers “On Another Planet” and “Come On Ghost”, where guitar arpeggios and counterpoint harmonies support Woomble’s best Stipe impression.
But the comparison extends beyond the merely musical, thanks to the thoughtful way in which the band tackle such themes as religious idealism (“Utopia”), the Sisyphean task of imposing order on one’s small corner of the world (“Nothing I Can Do About It”), and the cycles of civilisation and the individual’s place within their age (“Collect Yourself”). The latter, hewn out in brooding ruminations between bursts of chunky riffing, finds Woomble reflecting that “you’ve got to think like an old soul”, something his younger self might have struggled to accept.
Musically, the lay-off, and the acquisition of new bass and keyboard players, has worked wonders for Idlewild’s sonic palette. There’s a Grateful Dead-like grace and fluidity about the sky-soaring instrumental conclusion to “(Use It) If You Can Use It”, while elsewhere, neat little touches – the tearing-paper sound laced into the rhythm track of “Like a Clown”, the mellotron, sax and trumpet tints in several tracks – bring a confidence and freshness to what may be their best work so far.
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