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Jul 21, 2014PS I Love You have crafted an undeniably pop-centric slab of modern noise rock that gives a tip of the hat to manic confectioners of the past like The Pixies, Pavement, Weezer, and Jesus and Mary Chain, and that tour-T-shirt-and-empty-juice-box early- to mid-'90s vibe permeates the majority of the proceeding.
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Jul 25, 2014This is a strong indie rock release that further establishes PS I Love You’s sound, improving upon it but not really do much to shift it. Maybe that’s a good thing though, because this album is a great listen.
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Jul 21, 2014When the record grazes the ceiling, the adrenaline is thrillingly palpable. But when it falls, it falls without grace.
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Jul 21, 2014This record will surprise their fans.
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Jul 21, 2014It’s bolder than before, and easily their best-executed album yet.
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Jul 22, 2014It’s hard not to admire anything PS I Love You puts out simply because it’s done with such a sense of sincerity and craftsmanship.
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Jul 24, 2014Depression and personal battles still make up the lyrical content. But there are also spacious, cosmic moments, swaths of texture (Tim Bruton adds keyboard lines and Matt Rogalsky synth bass) and gentler fingerpicked and/or softly sung moments.
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Jul 22, 2014The riffs still explode with the same epic weight, and Saulnier’s cracked tenor still recalls a jittery Tom Verlaine.
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Jul 22, 2014For Those Who Stay won’t change your opinion either way, and at the most, it might make you feel more strongly about what you already believe.
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Jul 23, 2014There are embarrassing missteps to be had here, and one wishes that, for this outing, the group just pruned their output back to an EP in length.
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Jul 21, 2014No doubt this will all slay live, but there are parts on For Those Who Stay where Saulnier's obvious talents and ambitions never quite get three dimensional, though it's obviously not for a lack of effort on his behalf, as this is one band no one would ever accuse of not trying hard enough.
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Jul 21, 2014PS I Love You stand worryingly characterless--as nervy as that inadvertently muttered, instantly regrettable moniker--in the corner of the party; forgettable faces soon cast into history once the fresh night air hits intoxicated skin.