Reviewed by: Stephen Krock
I’m not so sure that The Darcys are exactly “warring” as the title of their new album suggests, so much as politely dissenting. Their atmospheric indie pop soundscapes are much akin to Goldfrapp’s more ethereal offerings, except with more of a rocker lilt. And, of course, a male vocalist. However, it took me several tracks to realize that the vocals were indeed all-male. Which is not to discredit our leading man’s masculinity, but to honor the commendable range he wields.
Much of Warring is spent at the happy medium, or rather, slightly wistful medium, halfway between the rocker and melancholy crooner. Except for the vocals; those are indiscriminate in their throaty, whispery wails. It’s always pleasant to listen to, but it’s when they shift closer towards one end of the spectrum that they truly shine. The raucous and very enjoyable “Hunting” leans more to the rocker side, its beat begging to be moved to more so than its colleagues. While the simple, somber, and gorgeous piano-laden “The Pacific Theatre” evokes the most emotion.
The Darcys excel when they push themselves in either direction, but spend too much time safely walking the fence.