Music Review: Elbow - The Seldom Seen Kid

It's a bit sad to always feel the need to reintroduce a band like Elbow. With a release by any number of other Brit-rock bands, you can assume a certain level of familiarity from readers and get on with the songs themselves. But Elbow, despite a string of impressive and critically acclaimed albums, seems to continually fly under the radar. Perhaps that's a positive, as they seem disinterested in modifying or catering their sound to better fit into the land of radio and commercials. It's the real deal. It's Coldplay that you don't grow tired of after a couple of listens. And it gets better with age.

The group's newest release, The Seldom Seen Kid, finds them self-producing for the first time, and fortunately nothing gets missed in the process. Their sound, from moody piano-driven ballads, up to full band rockers, retains the immediacy and weight of British rock, but always with either a slightly cheeky or sinister edge. And the rich, unique vocals of Guy Garvey see to it that no one can accuse them of having anything but their own distinct sound.

Things open up with "Starlings," which alternates between moments of near reverie and jarring bombast of horn stabs. But the main thing it does is set the bar. Both lyrically and melodically, it's a stunner, and captures Elbow at their best.

Likewise, the dual forces of "Mirrorball" followed by "Grounds For Divorce" showcase some of the album at its finest. The former floats along on the more gentle side of things, while the latter lets loose with a jangly and raw blues-rock number. Elbow keeps variety evenly paced throughout the album, but proves the members are adept at dialing in to several stylistic bents.

"The Fix" finds the group teaming with crooner Richard Hawley on an almost vaudevillian number that would (or should) make Kurt Weill proud. The soaring strings of "One Day Like This" have anthem written all over them, while the gentle lead-out of "Friend Of Ours" gives a delicate close to a stellar record.

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