Such was the level of critical acclaim during the
weeks and months following its March 2014 release, Lost In The Dream is almost
certain to feature on many of those upcoming end-of-year “best album” lists. And
when it does, those plaudits will certainly be well deserved. In fact, despite
the departure of the influential Kurt Vile after the release of its 2008 debut
album, The War On Drugs is a band on the rise.
With its Eighties-style sheen and glossy pop
production, Lost In The Dream was almost instantly familiar to my ears. In a
warm and comforting way. It was like I’d heard it before, but I kept having to
remind myself that I couldn’t possibly have – it was brand spanking new. It was
like an old friend whose face I recognised but couldn’t quite place … I knew
this music, but where the hell did I know it from?
It turns out that I knew it from the hybrid of Eighties
reference points that feature heavily throughout its hour long duration. Such
touchstones are everywhere on Lost In The Dream – from the dark Americana feel
of Bruce Springsteen, to Fleetwood Mac, to The Blue Nile, to the “big”
sound of The Waterboys … and beyond, well beyond. Derivative yet still unique,
new, and original to The War On Drugs.
Then there’s the cinematic imagery: a vast open
space, somewhere like the Arizona desert maybe, a road trip, top down in a ’56 Cadillac
convertible. It’s dreamy pop music with a slightly shadowy hue, uplifting yet also a little
paranoid, disturbing, claustrophobic ... calming, and liberating … all at the
same time.I’m pretty sure some will call it a masterpiece … and they probably won’t be too far wrong.
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