Brief Record Critique

They have this way, this way of writing and preforming music. It is their own music they wrap themselves around like wings, like a shroud-a sense of the departed love, the untouchable grace, the never-was. This is what removed, never-can-be-again noise sounds like. The Rosebuds make this drama come alive, making a drama of hiding and escape, material defeat and spiritual conquest, investing that drama with the passion of their voices and the physical presence of the bodies that hold it. They seem to guide you towards a crack in the invisible wall around their love. All they are doing is telling the story we all know, that of loss, but in a manner that makes the story new-making the familiar unstable, and the comforts of familiarity unsure. The secret of the crowd isn't that we have all hurt the same way, it is that we all begin to think it all over once the first chord is strummed. They take away the identities of their listeners, each one of us falls into their wound.

-Rosebuds 'Loud Planes Fly Low'