There are a few bursts of glory on Red Eyes, a “whoo!” that calls to mind fellow Philly rocker and pal Kurt Vile’s Freak Train. The rollicking verses with their spaced out piano chords feels a bit too Mumford & Sons. Maybe that’s too harsh a pejorative. Still, it’s all a bit dull, never coming across as dangerous as it longs to be. Would be a treat live, but there’s not much to hold onto on record. Plus the fade-out end feels like a cop-out.
The War On Drugs : Red Eyes
