By: Caitlin Hoffman
Face The King is vicious in subtlety. Itâ€™s been a long time since such a pure-blooded genre like arena rock got such a spruce-up. This ensemble is the perfect antidote for those sick of the ironic hipster bands dominating so many scenes (Iâ€™m not hating here- we all know I love me some indie rock, too).
These guys are lightning bolts in sound and stage. They make me want to steal someoneâ€™s lighter and do the classic, flammable wave (long before cell phones were the cool thing). They themselves are a trigger of heat, one that is slow-going and takes its time to warm your insides. At the same time, thereâ€™s a lot of serious longing in their music.
Theyâ€™ve mastered the break and made it their own without being formulaic. While they give you chills they also give you time to self-reflect. Parachutes, for example, made me feel utterly alone but entirely understood. Many of their other songs like Due North and The Burning And the Falling Down (vid below) also have a haunting influence. Conjoined by their musical material, the band melds to become one kick of honest, devastating emotion.
Not to say they canâ€™t rock with the best of them. The percussion is a super-glue assuring that the other instrumentals stay in place, while Ericâ€™s luscious vocals are well-backed up by bass and guitar.
I could compare them to insert-radio-bound-rock-group-here, but songs like Armed To the Teeth make it impossible to reduce them to cliches. When a band gets stuck in your skin, they transcend and become an experience.
We all know Iâ€™m a music junkie. These guys have reaffirmed my addiction.