For their first album in six years, and seventh overall in 21 years,
For Against
have made a big change. Original guitarist
Harry Dingman
, who left the group after 1988's second album
December
, returns after 20 years, and has completely altered/overhauled the band's approach and sound in a fascinating way. His position in those decades in between was mostly manned by
Steven "Mave" Hinrichs
, who himself did a stunning job playing a thick, quick, ringing jangle pop style. The group mostly followed that lead. Now,
Dingman
's return has opened up
's stylistic approach to take in dollops of '80s Brit post-punk moody textural creativity, ranging from the echoey but harsh
Comsat Angels
of
Sleep No More
, whose influence is felt in the early going of
Shade Side Sunny Side
; to the harder side of
Warsaw
/
Joy Division
; to the more insular grace of
Section 25
(whose "Friendly Fires" is covered); to the timeless beauty of
Pale Saints
,
Seventeen Seconds
-era
Cure
, and
All Fall Down
Sound
.
's playing is far more sophisticated and varied than the already impressive hyper spiderweb of guitar tones he once contributed years ago. Thus energized, leader
Jeffrey Runnings
' trademark staccato-note basslines and anguished/embittered/forlorn/flabbergasted lyrics anchor the band's previous strengths to all the new "shades"
brings, as does rock-solid drummer
Paul Engelhard
, who adjusts to the lighter tones and tempos perfectly, yet still brings his own rapid-fire fills when applicable. The emotional complexity of
thus hits like a movie inside your head.
Runnings
himself seems less tormented by romantic and fraternal intrigues than in the past, singing lines such as "I never met a fraud like you" and the repeated "What happened to you?" with a philosophical detachment and bemusement he's never shown before. In this case, he lets those washes of
's guitars, gathering and threatening from the distance and then suddenly swooping from above, to weave the tangled emotional web his word suggest -- letting his own stabbing, stick-on-one-note bass and
Engelhard
's beatings on the tom-toms put the knife in your side. This is just a fabulous work, one of the most unnerving and yet often resplendently gorgeous records in some time. Every time it's played, it unfolds new layers of feeling, unlocking new mysteries of the clash between head and heart, and digs in harder with the simple clarity of its musical force. ~ Jack Rabid