For 56 minutes Fox it alternately excites and confuses, but offers little catharsis. We no longer dream of planetary apocalypse, Fox he fears not death but dye, the Doomsday Clock that starts with every morning alarm clock. Mantras provide grounding and no relief – “You are on your own”. “Repeat and then repeat, you can never really go away.” “What if it doesn't matter anymore?” In “Kentucky McDonald's” the vocals, lead guitar and rhythm guitar melodies seem to be going in opposite directions, like they're being pulled Closer to my God four horsemen. The arrangement becomes molten as Murphy sounds like he's drowning in his own blood, but there's no release, only more tension. Challenging your entire life at a Ronald McDonald stand is not something that needs to be solved in four minutes. Murphy likens the experience of Foxing to a slow drowning in “Greyhound,” which rises to the surface only to cry, “It means nothing to me!”
Let. In an interview, Foxing revealed how much they despised each other during the album's recording, how Hudson spent five days “remixing” a song he couldn't wrap his head around and experienced “the darkest fucking thoughts of my life” revisiting The Albatross for crowd adoration in 2023. They don't give a solid answer as to whether it was worth it. Fox it concludes with a recording of Hudson at 13, telling Murphy, “I don't think the song is as good as it could be, but it's coming.” If they could see 20 years ahead, would they still do it? As Murphy sighs during the earlier piano ballad “Cry Baby,” “If I could I'd start over/It was fun, but I'd change it all.”
Fox it's not a sob story from a band that is, objectively, more successful than most of its peers. Aside from a few snapshots from the street, Murphy's words could be those of a high school teacher buying his own supplies for the next school term, a struggling public defender $250,000 in debt, or basically anyone who's been exploited by his idealism long enough. to realize that salvation is not”. he is not coming If there was a viral hit or festival booking that could make Foxing feel safe, it probably won't come from this album. Instead, the meaning comes from the dozens of little moments that have pushed themselves harder than they imagined, with no promise of any future reward. Gone are the days of shouting “I want it all” to an imaginary arena audience. Foxes learn to want what they have.
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