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Post by Howlette on Oct 6, 2005 20:15:10 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Oct 15, 2005 19:52:30 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Oct 17, 2005 7:04:19 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Oct 17, 2005 22:40:37 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Oct 22, 2005 13:50:58 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Oct 24, 2005 20:53:26 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Nov 3, 2005 16:53:44 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Nov 7, 2005 8:09:12 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Nov 17, 2005 7:22:19 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Nov 22, 2005 22:43:59 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Nov 22, 2005 22:44:36 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Dec 6, 2005 7:03:30 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Dec 7, 2005 17:09:42 GMT
rocksound magazine (january 2006, issue 80)
If you want to see the purest form of Jealousy manifest itself on the face of a post-rock playing / loving friend, point them in the direction of Let Airplanes Circle Overhead. Yes, the name’s clunky, but the fluidity of their music belies their youth – the band’s core members are only 18 years old apiece. This album bears influences from both sides of the Atlantic – Constellation-style acts echo throughout, and the conventional quiet / loud segments are a ringer for a certain Scottish outfit when they could turn all newcomers into tearful obsessives. That said, many of the memorable moments here owe more to Mono than Mogwai – ‘Rwanda’ builds, swelling like waves nearing their foam-crested peak, before erupting like the Japanese masters of emotive instrumentals at their fiery finest. Now, be sure to pick your mates jaw up, won’t you?
7/10
- Mike Diver
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Post by Mt. Ben on Dec 15, 2005 9:09:21 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Dec 15, 2005 9:09:57 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Jan 16, 2006 17:22:53 GMT
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Post by Mt. Ben on Jan 18, 2006 18:06:13 GMT
kerrang! magazine (january 21 2006, issue 1091)
Considering the term was originally coined to describe bands questing into unchartered territories, post-rock has crystallized into a genre with a well worn set of trademarks, all of which – lengthy “songs”, alternative passages of somber beauty and coruscating noise, absolutely no singing – are present and correct on this debut from Carlisle trio Let Airplanes Circle Overhead; however, for a band of 18-year-olds, their command of the form is impressive, and while the opening ‘Pengatross’ wears their influences on its sleeve, theres a punky exuberance present which sets the band apart from the genres more austere exponents.
KKK
- Olly Thomas
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