Hey! Listen to The Family Crest!

Honestly, I can’t believe we’re only just running this post; there’s so much about The Family Crest that has appeal for plenty of people on our staff. Basically, imagine a version of The Dear Hunter that emphasis the orchestral elements of their sound and is also 100% more melodramatic, infectiously optimistic and grandiose. I know, right? But that’s exactly what The Family Crest are and the end result is an album that’s sweepingly beautiful, all grand gestures, big, big lines and the sort of bright outlook on life that’s hard to resist. Head on down below for your first giddy taste!

 

The first time I heard this song, buoyed upwards by its compelling string segments, I wanted to throw my arms out and laugh, running through a meadow that was somehow in the middle of the city. From the get go, it’s very obvious what the main elements at play here are; first, there are the very prominent vocals and their range of expressions. They move from bigger than life declarations to more intimate intonations near the end but they’re always excellent and heartfelt. Then, there are the orchestral segments, much more than just a backing track but rather the meat of the business.

Lay on some acoustic guitars on top of that, a massive percussive segment and you have everything you need. Other parts of the album are tamer but there are few of them; instead, The War: Act I hits you again and again with its monumental and epic approach to indie, creating its own little world in which it takes place. To be honest, I’ve been addicted to this album just because of that; when those last notes hit, the world dims a bit. While it’s playing, colors are bright and contrast is sharp so hit play and come with me, for a little while, to a different place.

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Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.






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