I Won't Thank Myself. I Made A Fine Display. I'll Raise My Hands And Yours To Sing This Song Or Any Other One. `Cause They're All The Same.
Listening to Fields, I can't help but feel slightly disappointed. Not in their music mind you. But with the fact that they're not fucking huge right now. Imagine The Sundays with a slightly heavier but more hopeful sound or a more focused My Bloody Valentine and you're halfway there. Throw in some gorgeous vocal interplay by keyboardist Thoruun Antonia and guitarist Jamie Putnam and stellar production by Michael Bienhorn (Soundgarden, Hole, Herbie Hancock) and voila: you've got one heck of a stellar major label debut. Sorry for the brief review but I'm out of town in Philly and short on time. For your listening (dis)pleasure:
Fields: Song For The Fields
Fields: If You Fail We All Fail (highly rec'd!!)
Fields: Skulls And Flesh And More
Fields: You Don't Need This Song (highly rec'd!!)