
The Drones fucking rock. It's as simple as that; even when they lapse into a few acoustic numbers on their latest album they just fucking rock. I could try to dress it up a bit, but that's not necessary. The way that the quartet go about their business is primal, ferocious and deceptively deep, so describing it as anything else just doesn't seem right. I remember the first time I heard "Shark Fin Blues" back in 2006 and it became the sort of song I would listen to for days on end without caring that I had some 50-plus albums sitting on my computer waiting to be listened to it became clear that they were gonna be a band to watch, and while no moment will ever match the power of that first blast ("Jezebel" from the un-represented Gala Mil comes close though) hearing the band's evolution through their past three albums (still need to sit down with Here Come the Lies and The Miller's Daughter yet) has been one of the most exciting listening experiences I've heard this decade.
The contrast between 2005's Wait Long by the River and the Bodies of Your Enemies Will Float By and 2008's near-masterpiece Havilah isn't so great that it sounds like two different bands, mind you, but there's a definite maturation between the two. This is especially clear in frontman Gareth Liddiard's lyrics, which went from great little vignettes whose memorability had more to do with his raw and unpredictable vocal style than the words themselves to first class poetry over the course of the three years between the albums. While "Jezebel" is quite rightly sen as the highest point of Liddiard's lyricism, the bulk of Havilah is almost at the same level, especially moments like "I Am the Supercargo" and "Oh My" where there's a perfect synthesis of excellent lyrics and the distinctly raw vocal style that will always be a Drones trademark. That's not to shortchange the lyrics on Wait Long... at all, as the bitter and rousing closer "This Time" might be the first indication that Liddiard would become one of the decade's best writers, but the evolution between the two in that department is nothing short of astonishing.

What it boils down to is that Wait Long... is the visceral album and Havilah is the mature one. The former is energizing, rousing and affecting on a much rawer level while the latter is slightly more contemplative while still managing to hit all those notes. It's not really possible to call one album better than the other, though on a purely objective level there's not denying that Havilah represents a huge step forward, because both are equally enjoyable in their own way. They both have their strengths and no real observable weaknesses - though a couple of Wait Long...'s longer tracks don't exactly justify their length - and both work equally well depending on the mood I'm in. They both represent one of the most interesting and accomplished new bands of the 00s on top of their game, albeit in different ways, and both are deserving of a lot more praise than they've received from the world at large.
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