FOALS / Holy Fire / Review

by marcopantella

Read it on The GROUND Magazine

As to underline the sacredness of their own Holy Trinity, Foals’ new record in not only titled “Holy Fire” but it encompasses with never heard before bursts of energy a new-found way to express their often hard to grasp music, producing a work that stands a step above 2008 “Antidote” and 2010 “Total Life Forever” only for its complete and coherent feel. Leader and vocalist Yannis Philippakis, whose previous inspiration was to be found in futurology and the theory of singularity, is now stating what everybody else were thinking,”There was a Woody Allen in our brain that needed to be killed. He got killed with Holy Fire”.

The cover of the album, a photograph by Thomas Nebbia, finds its context in the opening track, a “Prelude” that makes you wonder where that horse standing on the beach is heading and where Foals are going to take us with this journey. The first few instrumental minutes not only serve to set the mood but most importantly they clearly show that this is not an ethereal and religious odyssey. It comes from their “tropical prog” sonorities to shift with slightly aggressive drums and guitars into a ticking bomb that is about to explode.

Singles “Inhaler” and “My Number” really start off the record and the latter one, a question mark at first when it debuted on the UK TV for its pop-ish direction, somehow fits in this holy trinity because it displays an element that even the wisest have to master: don’t take yourself too seriously. There is no need to panic on one track, it is true that Foals are aiming to a more carefree approach but already with “Inhaler” this feeling is to be found in the lyrics alone where everything is a “make believe” while the haunting crescendo of the rhythm blossoms in a more familiar and exciting dance-punk and math-rock.

It is time to get into the heart of the matter and we are led to an atmosphere that is reminiscent of their massive hit “Spanish Sahara” and of what really enchants us when thinking of Foals, that endless labyrinth where each melody wanders and get lost just like the listeners. Since they have no intention to substitute or to imitate the hit from “Total Life Forever”, they avoid the cliché and the evocative line “stay with me” of future single “Late Night” goes along with the first sort of invocation of a Greek muse. Yannis, Greek from his father’s side, sings “Oh Mama” here, “Oh Lord” in “Providence” and “Oh Mary” in “Bad Habit”. You can’t help but wonder if this might be his own personal holy trinity.

The holiest of the holiest is revealed in “Milk And Black Spiders”, a sublime track that would visually make a wonderful video on the loop “cause I’ve been around two times and found that you’re the only thing I need”. All the new possibilities on this new record through synthesizers and drum machines that they haven’t used before, establish their foundation in this surrealistically titled and romantic track, “cause I know you’re still with me, You my compass and my sea”.

The closing triptych of songs features “Providence” with its blasting finale on the “I’m an animal, just like you” repetitions that implode into “Stepson” and its quintessentially Foals’ dark melancholia where this sense of inevitability, “Step out, aching stepson. And you’ve fallen to the blue” unfolds through this as precise as a lullaby melody. Inspired by the opening shots of “Melancholia” by Lars Von Trier, “Moon” sounds like a ritual and feels like a cinematic experience for its lyrics, depicting a world that is collapsing under the silent stillness of the moon, are nothing short than a little piece of poetry.

It feels like a sinister ending but “it is perfect, it is beautiful and still. And it is silent, it is white and it is good”, and just like the moon controls the tides, this songs controls the beach scenario of the opening track as if to wash away shame and guilt to accept for a little moment that our fate is ineluctable. You may need to listen to “Holy Trinity” more than once to get used to this new phase of Foals but in the end you will realize that their full identity is there, eventually, just like a full moon each month. They may have killed Woody Allen, but Lars Von Trier is always lingering there.

M.P.

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