Home For Lost Souls
Can it really be almost 15 years since Hood released the brilliant ‘Cold House’? An album we were properly obsessed with for years, it marked the creative and commercial pinnacle for a band that perfectly brought together a love of brooding post-rock and bass-heavy electronic production, anchored by the exceptional songwriting and arranging skills of brothers Richard and Chris Adams. Hood haven’t released any new music for a decade, but both brothers have been musically active with a number of different projects, and Richard now returns with his latest work as The Declining Winter, his first since 2013’s ‘Lost Songs’. As the label explains: "Taking it’s name from a hostel that Syd Barrett was alleged to have stayed at in the early ‘70’s, the album’s title points to the subject matters that preoccupy Adams in his songwriting. From the cost to one’s sanity at just making it through another wearisome 9-5, to the ominous beauty of the North Pennines landscape, and love in a time of austerity. But far from being austere, the 14 songs presented here are generous, warm, deceptively simple, multi-layered compositions. From the upbeat openers, ‘This Sadness Lacks’ and ‘Home For Lost Souls’, to whimsical instrumentals, ‘Golden Terrace’ or ‘When Things Mattered’, all the way through to the catchy ‘Hurled To The Curb’ or the melancholy introspection of ‘The Wild Girl Laughed’ and the quietly epic ‘The Right True End’. As you might expect from Adams, he wears his heart and his influences on his sleeve. At times it feels like listening to a glorious combination of Disco Inferno and Talk Talk, Robert Wyatt and even Felt, with occasional smatterings of Radiohead as well as a brief hint of PiL on the rustic, ‘The Summer Circuit’ and ‘A Field Defunct’."
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Can it really be almost 15 years since Hood released the brilliant ‘Cold House’? An album we were properly obsessed with for years, it marked the creative and commercial pinnacle for a band that perfectly brought together a love of brooding post-rock and bass-heavy electronic production, anchored by the exceptional songwriting and arranging skills of brothers Richard and Chris Adams. Hood haven’t released any new music for a decade, but both brothers have been musically active with a number of different projects, and Richard now returns with his latest work as The Declining Winter, his first since 2013’s ‘Lost Songs’. As the label explains: "Taking it’s name from a hostel that Syd Barrett was alleged to have stayed at in the early ‘70’s, the album’s title points to the subject matters that preoccupy Adams in his songwriting. From the cost to one’s sanity at just making it through another wearisome 9-5, to the ominous beauty of the North Pennines landscape, and love in a time of austerity. But far from being austere, the 14 songs presented here are generous, warm, deceptively simple, multi-layered compositions. From the upbeat openers, ‘This Sadness Lacks’ and ‘Home For Lost Souls’, to whimsical instrumentals, ‘Golden Terrace’ or ‘When Things Mattered’, all the way through to the catchy ‘Hurled To The Curb’ or the melancholy introspection of ‘The Wild Girl Laughed’ and the quietly epic ‘The Right True End’. As you might expect from Adams, he wears his heart and his influences on his sleeve. At times it feels like listening to a glorious combination of Disco Inferno and Talk Talk, Robert Wyatt and even Felt, with occasional smatterings of Radiohead as well as a brief hint of PiL on the rustic, ‘The Summer Circuit’ and ‘A Field Defunct’."
Can it really be almost 15 years since Hood released the brilliant ‘Cold House’? An album we were properly obsessed with for years, it marked the creative and commercial pinnacle for a band that perfectly brought together a love of brooding post-rock and bass-heavy electronic production, anchored by the exceptional songwriting and arranging skills of brothers Richard and Chris Adams. Hood haven’t released any new music for a decade, but both brothers have been musically active with a number of different projects, and Richard now returns with his latest work as The Declining Winter, his first since 2013’s ‘Lost Songs’. As the label explains: "Taking it’s name from a hostel that Syd Barrett was alleged to have stayed at in the early ‘70’s, the album’s title points to the subject matters that preoccupy Adams in his songwriting. From the cost to one’s sanity at just making it through another wearisome 9-5, to the ominous beauty of the North Pennines landscape, and love in a time of austerity. But far from being austere, the 14 songs presented here are generous, warm, deceptively simple, multi-layered compositions. From the upbeat openers, ‘This Sadness Lacks’ and ‘Home For Lost Souls’, to whimsical instrumentals, ‘Golden Terrace’ or ‘When Things Mattered’, all the way through to the catchy ‘Hurled To The Curb’ or the melancholy introspection of ‘The Wild Girl Laughed’ and the quietly epic ‘The Right True End’. As you might expect from Adams, he wears his heart and his influences on his sleeve. At times it feels like listening to a glorious combination of Disco Inferno and Talk Talk, Robert Wyatt and even Felt, with occasional smatterings of Radiohead as well as a brief hint of PiL on the rustic, ‘The Summer Circuit’ and ‘A Field Defunct’."
Can it really be almost 15 years since Hood released the brilliant ‘Cold House’? An album we were properly obsessed with for years, it marked the creative and commercial pinnacle for a band that perfectly brought together a love of brooding post-rock and bass-heavy electronic production, anchored by the exceptional songwriting and arranging skills of brothers Richard and Chris Adams. Hood haven’t released any new music for a decade, but both brothers have been musically active with a number of different projects, and Richard now returns with his latest work as The Declining Winter, his first since 2013’s ‘Lost Songs’. As the label explains: "Taking it’s name from a hostel that Syd Barrett was alleged to have stayed at in the early ‘70’s, the album’s title points to the subject matters that preoccupy Adams in his songwriting. From the cost to one’s sanity at just making it through another wearisome 9-5, to the ominous beauty of the North Pennines landscape, and love in a time of austerity. But far from being austere, the 14 songs presented here are generous, warm, deceptively simple, multi-layered compositions. From the upbeat openers, ‘This Sadness Lacks’ and ‘Home For Lost Souls’, to whimsical instrumentals, ‘Golden Terrace’ or ‘When Things Mattered’, all the way through to the catchy ‘Hurled To The Curb’ or the melancholy introspection of ‘The Wild Girl Laughed’ and the quietly epic ‘The Right True End’. As you might expect from Adams, he wears his heart and his influences on his sleeve. At times it feels like listening to a glorious combination of Disco Inferno and Talk Talk, Robert Wyatt and even Felt, with occasional smatterings of Radiohead as well as a brief hint of PiL on the rustic, ‘The Summer Circuit’ and ‘A Field Defunct’."
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Can it really be almost 15 years since Hood released the brilliant ‘Cold House’? An album we were properly obsessed with for years, it marked the creative and commercial pinnacle for a band that perfectly brought together a love of brooding post-rock and bass-heavy electronic production, anchored by the exceptional songwriting and arranging skills of brothers Richard and Chris Adams. Hood haven’t released any new music for a decade, but both brothers have been musically active with a number of different projects, and Richard now returns with his latest work as The Declining Winter, his first since 2013’s ‘Lost Songs’. As the label explains: "Taking it’s name from a hostel that Syd Barrett was alleged to have stayed at in the early ‘70’s, the album’s title points to the subject matters that preoccupy Adams in his songwriting. From the cost to one’s sanity at just making it through another wearisome 9-5, to the ominous beauty of the North Pennines landscape, and love in a time of austerity. But far from being austere, the 14 songs presented here are generous, warm, deceptively simple, multi-layered compositions. From the upbeat openers, ‘This Sadness Lacks’ and ‘Home For Lost Souls’, to whimsical instrumentals, ‘Golden Terrace’ or ‘When Things Mattered’, all the way through to the catchy ‘Hurled To The Curb’ or the melancholy introspection of ‘The Wild Girl Laughed’ and the quietly epic ‘The Right True End’. As you might expect from Adams, he wears his heart and his influences on his sleeve. At times it feels like listening to a glorious combination of Disco Inferno and Talk Talk, Robert Wyatt and even Felt, with occasional smatterings of Radiohead as well as a brief hint of PiL on the rustic, ‘The Summer Circuit’ and ‘A Field Defunct’."