There is something fundamentally heartfelt about Palace. The way the trio plucks at those guitar strings carries some kind of voodoo power over you, transmitting a wave of pure, undistinguishable emotion: am I lonely? happy? exhausted? It’s likely all three at once, but these guys just seem to bring it all to the surface –not unlike a bottle of own-brand wine.
Three years after So Long Forever, a promising debut, the London band’s sophomore LP confirms their status as ‘majestic sad bois’. Life After holds its head high with a more complete sense of an ‘album’. It touches on the theme of death, closing with an existential finale so raw it could move gargoyles to tears. It is progressive and dimensional, without losing any of the distinctive harmony, guitar licks or weight of feeling. It’s a step forward without falter.
Daylight descends while
Standing on the Palace steps.
What comes after this?