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Burn the Maps
     

Burn the Maps

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by The Frames
 
The Frames have been fighting it out for 15 years, issuing albums that explode in the Czech Republic and nowhere else, go platinum in Galway but can't get noticed in the U.S.A. They should finally get their due with Burn the Maps. It's the determined Irish combo's first studio effort for Anti-, the Epitaph signature label that showcases such disparate and

Overview

The Frames have been fighting it out for 15 years, issuing albums that explode in the Czech Republic and nowhere else, go platinum in Galway but can't get noticed in the U.S.A. They should finally get their due with Burn the Maps. It's the determined Irish combo's first studio effort for Anti-, the Epitaph signature label that showcases such disparate and discerning acts as Joe Henry, the Locust, and Jolie Holland, and Glen Hansard and the lads fit in there just fine -- Anti-'s an oddly shaped place, but it offers artists room to move. The same applies to the Frames' music, which on Maps swings from the barbed, railing guitar rage of the Pixies nod "Underglass" to songs where a whispering, almost self-conscious Hansard stands next to roaring chorus set pieces that bring the band's full complement of guitars and sweeping fiddle to the table. In "Fake" he delivers the bitter central question -- "Come on the guy's a fake/What do you love him for?" -- as both a scream and a plea, while "Happy" makes incredible use of studio mixing to put the vocals in one ear, lingering harmonies in the other, and layers of acoustic guitar, swelling strings, and even a little electric squelch under the whole bit. That's the opener, and it brings listeners into the Frames' world of raw elegance. "Ship Caught in the Bay" starts with gentle percussion and a faraway melodic lilt, but drops in stuttering treated percussion near the three-minute mark for an atmospheric effect not unlike what the Doves do so well. It's also a bridge to Burn the Maps' final portion, three lengthy tracks that essay the Dirty Three's epic sway, build from aching acoustic guitar into a sort of comforting love song ("Wake up/It's your love calling," goes "Suffer in Silence"), and drift away on swirling fiddle and tinkling piano. Sometimes it seems like the Frames are holding back on Maps. The single "Finally" is one of the record's most deliberate moments, but it could have let Colm Mac Con Lomaire's fiddle hit a little harder. And though "Dream Awake"'s slow build is standard operating procedure for the band, it doesn't really climax as much as it plateaus. These minor missteps, however, don't lessen the album's gravity. Burn the Maps is an elemental journey that tugs at the heart and sticks around in the mind -- just as the Frames have been doing for years.

Product Details

Release Date:
02/08/2005
Label:
Anti
UPC:
0045778674923
catalogNumber:
86749
Rank:
241469

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Performance Credits

Frames   Primary Artist
Kathy Deasy   Musician
Brian O'Kane   Musician
David Odlum   Musician
Glen Hansard   Group Member
Graham Hopkins   Musician
Rob Bochnik   Group Member
Colm Mac Con Iomaire   Group Member
Craig Ward   Musician
Lisa Hannigan   Musician
Paul Noonan   Musician
Joseph Doyle   Group Member
Ni Chatháin   Musician
Aoife Ní Dhornáin   Musician

Technical Credits

Frames   Composer
David Odlum   Engineer
Glen Hansard   Composer
Rob Bochnik   Engineer
Banjo   Artwork

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Burn the Maps 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This has to be the best album Glen and the lads have put out yet. Truly showing us how its done. Despite what the review above states, the build up on "Dream Awake" is quite effective, and "Fake", while it may be deliberate, is not lacking any of the Frames trademark charm for it. This is the perfect album to follow up on For the Birds, blending the hushed acoustics of that album with the stellar electric guitar melodies that Ireland is famous for.