More just heavy than metal, more Sabbath than Maiden, more doom, cataclysm, and urgency than pussy, pills, bottles, and a cheap fix. More darkness of twilight than the light of dawn. More bruises and welts and slashes than clear skin and perfect teeth. Unkempt hair, viking style. I’d admit that I don’t listen to this type of stuff that often, but I’ve got to hand it to Planes Mistaken For Stars for creating their own non-ironic ecosystem of songs. Everything fits—from the whispery, nail-punctured screaming to the atmospheric (instead of needlessly intricate) guitaring to the booming of the drums. It all sounds so big picture and scorched earth. Much like an epic movie is effected by scenery, the entire tone—every note—of this album is spot-on and reinforces the initial drive and theme. I can’t say that it’s really my bag, but you’ve got to hand it to them for following their own vision and making a powerful record that doesn’t reek of a wispy fad or mere style.
–todd (No Idea)