Blindfold – Faking Dreams (Cinepop)
Four Icelandic friends set out to create an emotional brand of guitar expressiveness that resonates, above all, emotionally. They’re characterised by their slowly-progressing, rarely-digressing soundscapes and the high-register vocals of their front-man, Biggi. Remind you of anyone? DOES IT?
That’s not fair. Though there are a few too many similarities between Blindfold and their fellow countrymen Sigur Ros, it’s not right to take that into consideration when Faking Dreams can sully itself without comparison to others. It’s not that it’s incompetent, or even dishonest. It’s that it’s monumental in its dullness, and dull in its monuments. Each song strives to grow, to progress and to flourish, leaving Blindfold utterly crippled by their own refusal to find direction. Each chord progression limps without purpose, unable to project further than the next repetition of its sorry cycle, and certainly less able of setting the tiniest body hair a-tremble.
The final stab, Reverse seems to take an hour to get going and then a mere second to set itself out. Building, slowly, to absolutely nothing. Then, shockingly, it does it for a second time. There’s only so much one can endure and this has, everything, been done before, and better.
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