A swirling, moody epic full of heavy hooks and deep echoes.
I was introduced to Foals on a whim. A colleague of mine had been listening to Bloc Party Pandora Radio when out of the blue arose the sound of a wild and melodic tap guitar arrangement layered over a solid rhythm section, not unlike that of Minus The Bear. However, in exchange for Jake Snider’s cool and collected monotone sweeps, the vocals emanating from the speakers matched the quirky playfulness of the instrument ensemble.
Fast-forward to 2013, Foals have now evolved into a story driven, cinematic production focused intently on one’s id. The dark imagery created in Holy Fire is enough for a listener to rethink their past and debate on what is truly important. It waxes and wanes with tales pain and pleasure.
Howls from frontman Yannis Philippakis define the urgency of the record. With a mixture of Coldplay’s Chris Martin and Bloc Party’s Kele Okereke, his enchanting voice tears at the listener like a drowning man grasping at straws to pull him from the depths.
Crafted under layers of reverb, spacey guitar work, large string arrangements, and subtle keys, a watery ambiance is delivered, as if the entirety of the album was realized during a storm while lost at sea. The aura created by the album encapsulates the listener in a world of loss, mystery, and deeper meaning. The graphic and scuzzy imagery depicted in the official music videos for “Inhaler” and “Late Night” bring to light the brooding vibe aforementioned.
WARNING: The following videos contain graphic imagery (nudity, violence, blood):