So it is with Missiles, as the music is constructed with multiple layers of intricacy and effectiveness. The album was recorded swiftly, with passion and fervour, to allow the tracks time to settle into the bottom of the glass.
“Demons” takes numerous layers of synthesizer and plays them off of one another as Lightburn repeats that he “ain’t that stupid.” The track is pert and deliberate, moving ahead at a proud step with alluring guitar accents.
The album opens with an anthemic, almost beatific note. “Disclaimer” features horns, a swell of synth sound, and a steady guitar playing with precision through an exciting introduction that conjures memories of U2. And the over-11-minute “Saviour” is an organ-led jam that bulges and bursts with heart and passion to close out the record.
Other songs build on a string-and-piano pedestal (“Dream Job”), while others unfold with gorgeous melancholy (“Meltdown in A Major”).
Overall, Missiles is a gorgeous indie rock record. Made out of the ashes of mystification and pandemonium, Lightburn, Yanchak, and a cast of seven “rentals” have crafted a vigilant, affectionate piece.
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