Monday, January 12, 2009

Secondhand Serenade - A Twist in My Story


If ever I was to use the would “Emo” incorrectly to describe a band or person’s appearance and sound I would use it on Secondhand Serenade’s newest album. I won’t use it though because it would be improper use. Let me tell you though, it’s tempting.

It’s amazing how similar the sound and feel of Secondhand Serenade is to Dashboard Confessional. Obviously this is a comparison that isn’t new and has been made since the beginning but ‘A Twist In My Story’ only furthers the similarities between the two. As strange as it might seem or sound Dashboard Confessional just doesn’t seem so whinny and annoying next to Secondhand Serenade’s new record and it actually makes me want to listen to ‘The Shade Of Poison Trees‘ instead.

‘A Twist In My Story’ is very mainstream radio friendly with songs like “Maybe” or “Like A Knife” which pulls all the right punches both with the melody and the song’s dynamic build up which would put them right at home in the halls of high school’s everywhere. It’s hard not to get sucked in the songs and it’s fine if you do but after listening to them a few times the effect wears off and feels hollow.

The music on this album is much more complete but also more generic than the debut ‘Awake’. Piano, and acoustic guitar are the dominate forces behind the instrumentation but there is definitely plenty of drums and electric guitar to go around.

“Goodbye” ends the album in an expected melodramatic way in which the vocals sing out desperate lines like “…everything about seems to be a lie, a guiltless twisted lie that made me learn to hate you…”. Again if this is the type of music you enjoy then you will absolutely eat this up, all 5 and a half minutes of the closing song. If you’re not someone who particularly enjoys this then honestly I’m surprised you’ve read this far. You should know by now that this album isn’t for you and to save your money for something else like Edison Glass’ ‘Time Is Fiction’.

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