Yeah, time’s the great destroyer
Leaves every child a bastard
But when it finally takes us over
I hope we float away together
Low’s new album The Great Destroyer is like The Rampaging Sloth’s1 super-slow-motion punch: “it takes a while to get there, but it sure packs a wallop!”
For those of you who didn’t watch the short-lived New Adventures of Mighty Mouse, allow me to translate:
It’s taken seven studio albums and twelve years for Low to get around to making an album that, in addition to being jaw-droppingly astounding2, is also loud. And fast. Or, at least, faster.
A wonderful album about, among other things, aging. Especially a propos for me since my family is dealing with the decline of my only remaining grand-parent, who is not going gently into that good night.
1 From the League of Super Rodents, of course. Fighting against THE COW, who claimed that he could take on all of them with one hand tied behind his back and his tongue taped to the ceiling! But I digress.
2 The last three albums before this one were also great, but played more into their earlier, “slowcore” tendencies. Not to say that that is bad, just a bit less accessible for some.