Reviews / Album

A legit country record by a legit country band who both embrace all the rules of the genre while still making something original and outright boot scootin’ fun.

A deep, genre-defying exploration of sound.

Reading straight from the recipe book.

On their third album, over a sporadic eight-year existence among their other guises and projects, the gospel-flecked Appalachian purity is still present, but with a few other tangents sometimes sneaking through

Temperate Touch, Tropical Tears is not an easy album to listen to; you won’t be singing along to many of these songs.

Yes, Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros are still producing music about spirituality, peace and getting high (on love). But the album also witnesses this neo-hippy and his troubadours maturing as a band and artists.

This doesn’t capture the passion or pleasure on Gogol Bordello’s earlier releases, but it does show a surprisingly sombre and heartfelt tone in between the dancing.