With vocalist Bobby Hoerner; guitarists Jack Miele and David Philastre; and drummer Woody Dantagnan, (after recording they added bassist, Graham Robinson) a reflection of a rawness shaped in the early nineties ascends, along with a taste of classic Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd and a newer lick of Radiohead and Stone Temple Pilots. The album engages the listener through various realms of music, while at the same time rises to a unique collection of songs that set TML on their own. Tracks flow together into a unified story of sound, setting a mood and an atmosphere. If you’re not a lyric person, you can still close your eyes to hear and feel an exploration through TML’s fine musicianship.
The album begins with Holy Water, a dark track uplifted by intense vocals and guitar with an end leading right into the next track, Die Lullabye, a tune reminiscent of Pink Floyd: slow, haunting and subtly depressing.
Intermittent instrumental tracks embed the album, delicately linking each song together. For example, Wake, a 1:32 minute finger-picking melody, transitions smoothly into Heaven Hail. These two are perfectly married to support the album’s whole connection and if I had a lighter and a friend I would sway dutifully to both. Track seven, Dublin, a more explosive tune compared to the rest, wakes the listener from a tranquil journey then is followed by a haunting duo of Moment’s Gone and So Far Gone, which gradually evolves back to something more subdued.
Eleven Plus, track nine, offers a bouncy tone to the mix and Bella, another interlude, which foreplays Terribly Vacant (my personal favorite), reminds me kindly of the era of Radiohead’s album, “The Bends.” TML’s comes full circle by wrapping the collection with another calmingly eerie melody, Everlasting.
Overall, this album embraces a quality that some of today’s popular music lacks- an experience that immerses the listener through a diverse, yet related chain of songs. It’s a lot of what I hope for while discovering a new band of today: a breath of a fresh air that slyly transports me back to yesterday.
The album itself is cleverly bonded to hinder that familiar temptation of fast forwarding from one song to the next. I can only imagine how it would sound on vinyl! Aw, enhancing the rawness, the pureness that The Morning Life explores…wouldn’t that be nice? Vinyl.
Since that isn’t an option, settle for modern technology and visit www.themorninglife.com for a gander and a listen.