TEARS IN X-RAY EYES! Wonderfully Made!
author: Robert Sharp
YOU GUYS HAVE VERY DIFFERENT SOUND AND COOL DRUMMER TOO!, PLAYING ON THIS ALBUM! HE IS GIVING IT, OWN KIND OF FEELING ON EACH SONG!SPECIFIED BEAT SOUND ON THE MUSIC IT SELF!I LIKE IT SO MUCH AND WILL BUY IT! GREAT MUSIC !
ROBERT SHARP!!
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a tiny pop empire
author: NME Singles, Jim Wirth
Bedsitland calling. A DIY sneakster from north London, Tears In X-Ray Eyes is but one man - Tim Closs - but with his breezy gift for modest, multi-layered excellence, he's a tiny pop empire. 'Sleep Like A Dream' extols the same blurred pop virtues as the excellent Buffseeds. 'I am indie - hear me roar', it warbles, en route to the all-night garage for some Jaffa cakes.
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ambitious release
author: Organ Fanzine (UK)
A rather different mix of relaxed electronica and refined acousticness, an unobtrusive lyrically sharp meeting of Lightning Seed craft and Mercury Rev sparkle this time around. They're from London and this is their fifth ambitious release, they're always worth your time.
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a treasure trove
author: Losing Today
Feature star in the last Singled Out missive, the multi talented Tim Closs returns with four more trembling slabs of tear-provoking
passionate pop. Tim is one of those tortured artists who’ve been touched by the sadness stick, like Paddy McAloon before him, he has the
ability to tune into the frailty of the human psyche and release the pangs of heartache to a listening audience like a magician armed
with a hat full of rabbits, to this he ably applies emotionally sympathetic orchestrations that act as cathodes charging the senses and
heightening the tragedy. 'Sleep like a dream' opens the set, initially sounding like the Bunnymen it quickly unfurls to a sweetly
intoxicating upbeat pop gem that bears a passing exuberant glance to the Lightning Seeds. 'In these arms' is immersed in a piano-led
ballad-esque glow that recalls the more personalised and thoughtful moments from the Queen canon. 'The charge of the light brigade' from
its opening sequence would have you swearing it was Thom Yorke providing the vocals, the same cutting melancholia, the melodies swoop
and arc with pulsing grandeur, the peeping nature of the string arrangements give it a wintry Christmas appeal, a smouldering gem.
'Wherever you are (you'll find me there)' trickles with a romantic lilting beauty tinged with an underlying sombre and reflective mood.
Essential tools for listening, a box of hankies or a heart made of granite. A treasure trove.
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