Conor returns to Bright Eyes after noodling around with The Mystic Valley Band for several years, and he’s full of depressed enthusiasm, or enthusiastic depression.
Conor returns to Bright Eyes after noodling around with The Mystic Valley Band for several years, and he’s full of depressed enthusiasm, or enthusiastic depression. There are a few gorgeous things going on here – his quavering voice; the charging, Arcade Fire-style swell; the unapologetic synth accents – but his lyrics, as always, are at the top of the list. Agitated and reflective, he sings about fireworks and vanity, shooting stars and swaying palm trees, and a heavy love that he can’t move alone. Beautiful, in a pulse-quickening way.
