Review Summary: A potent reminder of Visiter's excellence, a tragic souvenir of Time to Die's short-comings. Soft Tender Lump In Armpit. Welcome back boys. It is very difficult for an album’s content to blossom when the very same album contradicts itself upon every track. The Dodos are an indie rock/ folk outing from America. The band has had quite the half-pipe of album releases from the stunning Visiter to the less ambitious; quite flock from beauty: Time to Die.

To say the least; The Dodos have themselves as a band to prove that they can retain consistency with their recent record No Color. No Color begins with much urgency in the form of ‘Black Night’, a track with hesitant sentences spat from lead vocalist Meric Long behind a backdrop of their signature sound; the acoustic guitar and ear thumping drums, charmed with an occasional electric guitar swimming blissfully within the depths of the song. The track follows a simplistic verse –chorus structure, with the final minutes reminiscing to that of ‘Fools’ from Visiter. The track sparks quite the opening, not coaxed to that of being splendid, this is not red drapes brushing softly against the wooden panels of the stage to introduce No Color. This track is tugging the curtains open and yelling “HELLO!” It’s a much welcomed reminder of the talent The Dodos can muster. The opening is followed by ‘Going Under’, which elevates its way through six minute epic of fleshed out pantomime. A workshop filled with glue, ‘Going Under’ undergoes much change throughout its play-time, from a breezy chorus complimented by an equally calm verse to an all out powerhouse roughly three minutes in.

These minutes felt removed from the first portion of the song, almost making those early minutes forgettable by the time the track ends. It’s rather difficult to appreciate sacrificing dependable structure for irrelevant change, when the last minutes of ‘Going Under’ fail to live up the excitement that ‘Black Night' produced. The band really throw their faults out the window with the symmetrical excellence of ‘Good’ and ‘Sleep’.

Urgency is at home within ‘Good’, a literal wham of The Dodos characteristic formula but yet; never feels small in comparison, frankly; it never gives you the time. Even on the softer moments of the song, you feel anticipation for Long to howl and the party to begin.

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Perhaps the ending may soil itself for some, with its tiresome repetition of the song’s title, but for me; ‘Good’ establishes a solid foundation for the follow up ‘Sleep’. ‘Sleep’ reminds me of earlier track where The Dodos could rely on intimacy to connect with their listeners, likely housing the best chorus of the entire album. “I cannot sleep, I cannot think, I cannot dream! Serway Faughn College Physics 9th Edition here. ” With piano keys brushing warmly against Long’s guitar and Kroeber’s drums trotting alongside; introducing the violin with much appreciation, ‘Sleep’ is one of the stand outs of No Color, never once through the three minutes was I left uncertain of the direction the track was taking, even when moods start devouring into sophomoric idiocy towards the last minute where someone.or something moans the song to sleep. ‘Don’t Try And Hide It’ acts as a reminder of exactly how poor Time To Die was in comparison to such wonderful tracks we have heard before it, doing so by being such a track to appear on Time To Die. It’s tired, without any real substantial value and all currency it poses is wasted on what could have been a rocking track list for No Color, but alas, something had to fail. The track is so forgetful, you wonder if The Dodos really put care into writing it at all.

It acts not as a slow track, not as an up tempo foot-stomper but a habitual, average souvenir of Time to Die’s mediocrity, a huge mistake for both The Dodos and their hard work within No Color. ‘When Will We Go’ is The Dodo’s equivalence to a slow number, or at least in No Color’s terms. It’s certainly the softest track on the album and it’s an acceptable change of pace. It’s not incredible, it’s not poor, it’s a woven ring wrapped around the finger of No Color as a beautiful decoration, not of any use or substance.