The Fairchilds gaze upon the world with a steely-eyed gaze on the defiant driving rock of “Let It Out”. With a classic rock cadence behind it, volume is not even a must – it is a given. A true force of nature the sound simply crushes everything in its path. Lyrics offer nods to rock’s rebellious roots for there is an intensity behind them. By far the heart and soul of the sound comes from the incredible vocals that grab the listener. Every single track plays off the last in a way that winds its way around the listener creating its own aural universe.
A wide array of influences run through the whole of the album, from the potent garage rock of Thee Oh Sees to the stripped-down bluesy rock of the White Stripes. There is a catchiness to the way they craft the hooks, many sure that each trap possesses so much depth behind it. Done with so much care they make sure that every single moment matters, as there is an orchestral rock quality to it, touching a little bit upon the emotional post-rock flavor of Explosions in the Sky. Vocals though are all their own for they command attention.
Racing off at the furious pace comes the intense opener of “The Sun in the Storm”. Almost theatrical, they allow it all to grow into a colossal wave. “She Drives Me Crazy” brings Guns N’Roses unhinged energy into the proceedings for they careen wildly. Tender to its very heart is the prettiness of “Hey God”. Drums have a nimbleness behind them with the flexibility of “New Generation” where they imbue the sound with hope. Bass hits with a rumbling presence on the giddy “Get Up”. Angelic and aptly named “Hallelujah” is as cool and calming as a summer breeze.
Gnarled guitar riffs unfurl with the intense, wide-eyed “A Crack in the Mirror”. Doubling down “Watcha Gonna Do” is pure uncut adrenaline. Things slow down for a reflective tempo on the lovely “I Need Your Love” for the words come straight from the very heart of the matter. Akin to an updated spaghetti western is the cinematic scope of “If You Ain’t Got Love” where the vocalist draws strongly from Father John Misty’s cadence. Electronic flourishes are at the periphery of the flourishes of “Walk On”. Effortlessly closing it all out is the spirited “Let It Out”.
Done with the greatest of care, the Fairchilds deftly sidestep trendiness for something timeless on the powerful “Let It Out”.