Skying (XL)
Trying to be impartial is an impossibility sometimes. It would be workable, certainly, to write about The Horrors’ third album from a purely dispassionate standpoint: to pour praise upon the lushness of its textures and the richness of its melodies, or to ponder whether the obviousness of its influences is outweighed by how eloquently it expands upon them (answer: “yes”). But that wouldn’t quite explain what this astonishing album means.
