Shields is a city album. It functions as a nice urban version of Fleet Foxes — a sound born out of concrete rather than forests, glass instead of rivers, subways instead of trails.
Nationally-distributed music magazines have turned into paper-thin circle-jerk bullshit
Who started the fire? Arcade Fire did.
Pop music that shits all over the tired, tepid male rock posturing of the other nine videos from a wonderfully giddy height.
Like McDonald’s, Death Cab For Cutie is nothing if not consistent.
Listening to Cults, I can only imagine that they have some great insider connections.
The care and attention to detail in this parody is breathtaking.