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To those who are like me, stuck in the confinement of their modern home on a Saturday night, the city is a terrifying creature. I mean, how many times have you had your heart stolen and subsequently brokened as the traffic bolts across your eyes with unbelievable normalcy? And have you not lost your innocence to it’s blinding glamour and alcoholic atmosphere? The City is a dangerous Siren, singing to the tune of all things disillusioned, a deceitful temptress to the fragmented soul.
What Phoenix has done so well in Wolfgang Amadeus, and has been doing so since their debut, is that despite everything, they have painted a fatally stylish picture of the metropolis, paraphrasing the charms of the City with their music. Although they are not exactly breaking new ground, the album is a bundle of well-paced songs flipping and flapping between heartbreak and soaring ambitions, often with unpredictable results that leaves us brimming with wonder (For example, Lasso starts out with strong, combat beats for the studded rocker, but quickly turns into a hip -friendly track for the dancefloor junkie while Armistice begins like the soundtrack to some 80’s courtroom drama, but slowly fades into an exasperating tune about the struggles of love). The guitars here add sparkle to the windows of the city skyscraper, the drums add rhythm to the fast paced crowds and the synthesizers help to lit the city skyline with stars.
“Where would you go, where would you go, with a lasso? Could you run into, could you run into, could you go and run into me?”, croons Thomas Mars in Lasso, silently encouraging you to expose yourself to opportunities, take whatever suffering you may have felt in stride, and just let the city lights dance for you.