290 (tie). The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place – Explosions In The Sky (94 points)
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The Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place is the third studio album by American post-rock band Explosions in the Sky, released on November 4, 2003, through Temporary Residence Limited. Explosions in the Sky is composed of Mike Smith and Munaf Rayani on guitars, Michael James on bass, and Christopher Hrasky on drums, with the album being produced by John Congleton. The album consists of five tracks that span a total runtime of 45 minutes.
The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place is a post-rock album by the band Explosions in the Sky. It is pop/rock music composition without any lyrics. This is the band that gained slight fame when they were chosen to essentially score the
Friday Night Lights movie and television show, a score that is culled at times from this particular album. The dramatic, cinematic music fit wonderfully with the guys from Permian and their journey through the fateful season that Buzz Bissinger chronicled in his book on the subject. It is a near-perfect happenstance that the band was from Midland, TX, and tried, in their own words, to recreate some of the landscape elements of Western and Central Texas through soundscapes of their own.
This is both assertive and melancholic music that comes along with a plea, to be addressed in a moment: it is spacious music with very interesting lead drumming that substitutes for whatever vocals one might be expecting and its plea is this—even though the work has a slightly estranged and melancholic feel there are flickers of defiance running through it against the notion that our existence is atomized, accidental, and means nothing. Contrary to that is that life is worth celebrating; and there are, then, fireworks for sure on a song or two if you give them a chance to go to completion. They celebrate life as we know it; often tough, unrelenting, and yet in the end it's full of hope and is rewarding if you're looking at it in ways that emphasize the beautiful and possible.
And I'm thrilled to share this with shuke (an almost tie!).
From a personal experience (and if anybody is curious) perspective, I spent many a morning driving to my job at J. Crew to open for a retail store one winter (I know, I know—I assure you I do not look like a typical sales representative for preppy clothes, and it was a new store that they had culled from temps at first), and I would listen to this album on the way in and see the sun reflecting off of the January snow. If I pulled into the parking lot before the album was over, I would sit and listen and watch my co-workers walking and I'd smile and nod at them. I often had the windows down with a cigarette going, and I realized one day that this music was now often playing in the parking lot, so I got to thinking, "What if they were interested in the beautiful music in this beautiful setting and asked me about it?" But they never really did because they had lives and concerns of their own. And yet I think, strangely, that they might have missed a moment for some beautiful music and maybe a decent conversation to enter their lives.
So no skin off my nose. Everybody is on their own trip (unreliable second-person narrator: "And why is that guy blasting music in the parking lot like he wants us to notice or something?"
Heh, I get it. Wasn't trying for that, actually -
Ed.) so I should say no skin off my nose other than the frostbite from the windows being down for the fresh air away from the monoxide. Damn, bro, what were you thinking with those cancer sticks?
But yeah, a fantastic album created from the thoughts of the blistering heat of summer football practice in Midland, TX, and winding up with at least one listener enduring the freeze of a Northern Connecticut winter post-Christmas attempt at a Wonderland retail setting.
I just listened to the whole album typing this. Try it. It's gorgeous and packs a punch at times.