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Day And Age: album of the year?
The Killers‘ Day And Age has all bases covered. It captures the emotional anxiety of late 2008 with a startling directness. There’s also plenty of rocking, stomping beats to fill dancefloors. And there are melodies to fill your head and invade your soul.
Produced by Stuart Price of Les Rythmes Digitales, it’s full of buzzing horns, glorious synth atmospherics, gargantuan guitar breaks and epic impulses.
Day And Age isn’t just The Killers‘ best album, it’s one of the best records of 2008.
Day And Age is released 24 November (25 Nov, US).
The Killer’s Day And Age: track-by-track
Losing Touch
A rousing Bowie-like groove driven by honking saxophones and ping-ponging keyboards that kicks things into high gear. Brandon Flowers‘ voice is smooth and full as he intones „You made your home/ and you made your way back home/ like a roving vagabond, I’m losing touch.“ Dave Keuning makes his presence felt with a soaring guitar lead.
Human
A gentle, phased, clicky guitar riff opens this gorgeous nod to the gentle side of ’80s new wave. „Cut the cord/ are we human/ my sign is virtual/and my hands are cold/ are we human, or are we dancer?“ Flowers asks in a plaintive, melancholy manner. Then the song gallops off into a Cure-meets-U2 arena shaker.
Spaceman
Shades of Queen grace this piston-pumping, fast-paced rocker. A perfect driving song – big drums, big hooks, and a wall of sound.
Joy Ride
The best Bryan Ferry song that Bryan Ferry never wrote. A sensuous, funky beat punctuated by Stones-like sax, biting guitars that tear through the choruses and a melody that hooks you on the first listen. The middle-eight is breathtaking. In fact, the entire band seems to grow more energized as the song progresses. Fun stuff.
A Dustland Fairytale
After a delicate keyboard intro, Brandon Flowers‘ vocals are appropriately fragile. But as the song swells, with jabbing cellos that seque into a double-time rage, he opens both his heart and his throat. This is a large-canvas narrative with a sound to back it up. Flowers‘ literary chops are developing in an exciting way.
This Is Your Life
African tribal chanting and harpsichord are strange musical bedfellows, but they spin a magical web on this spacey yet thumping track. Dave Keuning’s echo-laden guitar combines with Flowers‘ barbiturate voice for an overall effect that is spellbinding.
I Can’t Stay
A delicious Caribbean beat propels this stunner that features sax, harp and a gently strummed acoustic guitar. A song to sit back and drift away to until a dramatic middle-eight makes you bolt upright and go, „Wow!“ Steel drums ride the song out in smashing style.
Neon Tiger
With little fanfare, this mid-tempo grinder gets going and doesn’t let up. The instrumentation is perhaps the sparest we’ve heard yet from The Killers, but the middle section is a marvel of dramatic intensity.
The World We Live In
Melodrama that isn’t overwrought or cloying is tricky to pull off. But Flowers‘ heavily affected, double-tracked voice is a thing of strange beauty here. He’s developed into a world-class vocalist, full of passion and searching for the kind of truths that only the finest singer-songwriters can. Although the band provides gutsy support, Flowers owns this untamed monster.
Goodnight, Travel Well
Just as U2 concluded their arguable masterpiece, Achtung Baby!, with a descent into darkness on Love Is Blindness, here too, The Killers bring the curtain down with a seven-minute ride into a nocturnal dreamland. Forlorn and ominous, Flowers sings, „The universe is standing still/and there’s nothing I can say/ there’s nothing we can do now…nothing we can do now.“ Get ready for a crushing crescendo in which he’s on the floor, begging „Stay!/ don’t leave me/ the stars can’t wait for you!“ Drummer Ronnie Vannucci lets loose with a flurry of crashing cymbals that’ll leave you breathless and wondering, it is still night or have we reached the dawn?
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In an ocean of noise, I first heard your voice. Now who here among us still believes in choice? - Not I!