Death. Abuse. Illness. Heavy-handed subject matter that, in hands less-skilled than those of US indie outfit The Antlers
, could have ended up sounding like a concept album scripted by the guy who writes the sad bits in Grey's Anatomy.
Sentimental, introspective indie music has produced some of the best and worst music of this decade and The Antlers - like forerunners Arcade Fire, whose aptly named Funeral
also took in ruminations on death and isolation - manage to create an album in Hospice
that pours out more like poetic diary entries than a ham-fisted attempt at a linear, tear-jerking narrative. Musically, The Antlers build on the tension between intimate and sprawling dynamics. Beginning with a textured drone that moves into the album's most openly vigil-inviting track, Kettering
, The Antlers maintain an affinity with ambience and abstract noises that makes proceedings both more sinister and disorienting. The vocals are suitably thin and at their loudest there's still an underlying fragility to it all.
This could have easily resulted in a big mess, but it's in treading so close to that line and ultimately pulling it off that Hospice
becomes that much more exciting and vital. - Matt Hickey