Legendarily bleak Glaswegian duo
Arab Strap
were one of the more depraved indie pop-adjacent bands to rise out of the late '90s, producing a discography of brooding instrumentals graced by semi-spoken word portrayals of drunkenness, misadventure, pornography, and other nefarious behavior. The group broke up in 2006, about a year after the release of their sixth studio LP,
The Last Romance
, and re-formed about a decade later. Seventh album
As Days Get Dark
arrives 16 years after its predecessor, but even after all that time off, the record seethes with the grimy intensity
captured in their earliest peaks. By the end of their mid-2000s run, the band had embraced electronics, giving their instrumentals a techno-minded post-rock sound.
continues this sound but expands on it as well. "Kebabylon" is driven by a simple drum machine rhythm as icy strings, guitar, and flowing saxophone slowly creep into the mix. Vocalist
Aidan Moffat
speak-sings over the sinister instrumental, his lyrics delivered from the perspective of a trash collector picking up after the careless, self-involved masses. The band moves between songs built from this template (unrelenting string samples clashing with overblown bass on "I Was Once a Weak Man" or the synth stabs and electronic polyrhythms of "The Turning of Our Bones"), grim minimal folk instrumentation ("Bluebird"), and darkly melodic indie rock ("Here Comes Comus!"). The chemistry between
Malcolm Middleton
's unsettling instrumental compositions and
Moffat
's even more disturbing lyrical narratives has long been the heart of
's music, and that familiar magnetism hasn't weakened at all.
's lyrics sometimes revolve around seedy characters, and other times draw directly from his own experiences. On the crushing "Tears on Tour," he recalls several times he learned loved ones died while he was on tour, and how he's now in a state of such emotional distress that he can't help but cry at romantic comedies and children's films. Throughout the album,
details scenes of existential boredom, addiction, infidelity, and a running theme of how these things don't get any lighter or more easily digestible with age. While
albums can be almost draining in their darkness, they also convey a specific kind of disturbed beauty. Despite the lengthy dormant period that preceded it,
is a perfect document of that beauty, offering a listening experience as chilling, nihilistically funny, and emotionally overpowering as anything the band produced before it. ~ Fred Thomas