Randy Rose is definitely trying for some edgy, dark sound with this record, but never really reaches it.
This is a soundtrack for outer space, with all of its wonders and terrors.
These guys are obviously talented, too talented to be writing music that is too often bland and un-involving.
Moving Pictures is yet another in a long line of pop groups who make music so sweet and catchy that it’s almost sickening.
It sure sounds dreamy and catchy, but its style definitely reigns over its substance.
The fact that I received this CD in the mail half an hour ago and I’m already gushing over it should say something for its quality.
At times, the album is a beautiful, eerie lullaby only to dissolve into sounds of gloom and despair.
The songs fall in the verse-chorus-verse pattern in its purest and catchiest form.
Much of the music seems too thickly enshrouded by its sonic fog to hold your interest for very long.
I’m sure you’ll find some of these songs play in your finer salons and clothing stores.
Tension and apprehension lie throughout this entire record, mixed with breakneck beats and rhythms. And it works beautifully.
The Space Between Us primarily shows off Armstrong’s skill at creating some powerful and evocative string arrangements.
Dirty Three play a blend of swampy yet cliché-less blues, minimalist jazz, and scaled down chamber music.
This sounds more like something that would’ve appealed to my high school youth group, or avid viewers of VH-1.
This would be pretty unlistenable stuff except for the infectious beats and bass that keep your head nodding and your eyes glazed the whole time.
Simply put, this album reaffirms all that’s good and golden with pop music.
Eric Matthews has achieved an interesting, mysterious pop sound that oozes suaveness and sophistication.
Haunting female-fronted atmospheric music in the vein of Flying Saucer Attack and Low.
This record is one of the greatest jewels of emotion and creativity to emerge from 1998.