The Upshot: The heavy shoegaze Philly band may not be particularly imaginative, but it’s so competent at its craft it’s hard to imagine any fan of the style complaining.
BY MICHAEL TOLAND
Back when shoegaze first started, it wasn’t unusual for a band of that ilk to move from overwhelming sonic overload to shimmering pop majesty. Nothing shows an inclination to follow a similar arc on Tired of Tomorrow. The Philadelphia quartet’s second album doesn’t stint on the distortion, which still flows in waves across the arrangements. But sunshine does peek through the clouds, letting the band’s sweet melodies make their presence more forcefully known. That allows “Everyone is Happy” and “Nineteen Ninety Heaven” to glow more than glisten and “Vertigo Flowers” to rock forcefully rather than tentatively. Of course, outside of a few song titles (“Our Plague,” “Eaten By Worms,” “Curse of the Sun”) that sound like they should be on albums by some of the group’s death metal labelmates, there’s little here that hasn’t been done before – the men of Nothing are traditionalists at heart. But it works, simply because the band does this particular bop well. Nothing may not be particularly imaginative, but it’s so competent at its craft it’s hard to imagine any fan of the style complaining.
DOWNLOAD: “Vertigo Flowers,” “Everyone is Happy,” “Curse of the Sun”