The world is ready for …Trail of Dead.
Their fifth offering (can that be right?!) comes with all the sonic hooks of radio-play-ability, but with no deterioration of the Trail sound. They are still weird, in take notice way. They are still complex, in a classic musician sense.
New reminiscences surface on Worlds Apart, not the least of which is a Fugazi-emo intro, which becomes a ferocious Beatles- and Styx-like love-testament on Summer 91. (Yes, Beatles and Styx.) And then there are the lyrics: “I know/how the best will fall/and the rest will follow.”
Classical instrumentation and orchestral backing vocals dominate much of this release, especially with a symphonic violin lead on “Russia My Homeland,” and gospel back-ups on All White that would make David Bowie fall out of his dress.
Production spared nothing on World’s Apart and that has allowed …Trail of Dead’s passionate brand of rock to be completely unveiled, bearing its raw talent for the first time. And its radiance is so dazzling, it’s almost too much for our paltry humanity to handle.
