Simply put by Hull himself, it’s “got that rock and that roll!”.īut “that rock and that roll” is just too infrequent a visitor on Simple Math to reach the bar set (in fairness toweringly high) by their previous effort. It’s catchy as hell, furiously fired-up, packed with attitude, and filled with enough fuc k-yes moments to open a fuc k-yes store three storeys high. Just listen to when they do: ‘April Fool’ doesn't take any prisoners, beginning almost immediately with a feisty guitar riff and in no time Hull lets himself become completely absorbed by his own lyrics, screaming and delivering those special moments that were so frequent on Mean Everything to Nothing.
These are Manchester Orchestra’s most appealing strengths, and they should play to them.
Problem is, there’s such a strong desire to make nearly every track skin-tinglingly epic or cathartic that what the band end up losing as a result is their delightful charm, their sense of fun, their rock n’ roll attitude, and, almost, their individuality. On the whole the track is good enough to salvage their dignity, and this is certainly the peak of the album’s over-the-top nature, but it is this overindulgence which plagues Simple Math throughout. But, with that, Hull and co overdo it, and almost end up embarrassing themselves. Following ‘Virgin’s lyrics about building houses with blood and crucifying fire, and set amongst booming doomsday guitars, the kids arrive to really nail home the fact that epic sh it really is going down, and yes you should be scared. Which is exactly what the little tykes have been deployed for in Manchester Orchestra’s third full-length Simple Math. Get a chorus of them together however and suddenly the rascals will have you running for the hills. Was there ever a time when they weren’t creepy as hell? It’s strange really doesn’t quite make sense. Review Summary: Manchester Orchestra delight and frustrate with their third full-length.
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