Wire - Silver/Lead album review
Art-poppers continue their second imperial phase
Still mourning Bowie? Choose life – his spirit shines on in the relentless forward motion of Colin Newman and Wire, marking the band’s 40th anniversary with their sixteenth album, that sounds like the work of a band that’s just starting out.
As contemporary upstarts like HMLTD and Foals probe at the edges of synthetic music looking for undiscovered loopholes, tracks such as An Alibi and Sonic Lens serve as masterclasses in scenic experimentation, skilled weavings of Disintegration, Autobahn and Scary Monsters decorated with modern sonics.
What in less delicate hands could’ve been as tragic as putting the New Tricks cast in light-up heelies is instead a timely reminder that madness and melody are born bedfellows. Even as tin whales are sucked backwards through the droning psych guitars of Playing Harps For Fishes, early My Bloody Valentine invade the hypercharged_Short Elevated Period_ or T.Rex undergo euphoric electroshock therapy on Diamonds In Cups, Newman’s melodic impulse has never been sharper, drone pop never more relevant and uplifting. A record born under a blackstar.