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Censored Colors Approaching Airbaloons |
Have you ever listened to the Mars Volta, and said “Godammit, I could MAYBE get into this if they’d just shut the fuck up and maybe stop jerking off so much”? Bands who set out to make epic albums generally make them too bombastic. Somehow Censored Colors has such an epic quality and overwhelming sound, but it remains completely cohesive and surprisingly tender. Recorded (and mostly written) in only two and a half weeks in Seattle, John Gourley and Portugal. The Man have pulled off a record that has a fluidity unmatched by most concept albums (although this isn’t a concept album). Regardless of the great instrumentation, abstract lyrics, and some weird (in a fantastic kinda weird way) interpretation of oldies soul radio, this is an album full of questions. It’s the kind of album that opens up more and more the more you listen to it. And John has to have one of the most surreal falsettos you’ve ever heard. It’s just a really good album.
– Ben Klebba
