Twilight Sad
No One Can Ever Know
Produced by Andrew Weatherall (Primal Scream, Two Lone Swordsmen, Fuck Buttons), the new LP had the band in London for a month, working with vintage analog synths, and attempting to emulate the production styles of Factory Records’ Martin Hannett and Cluster‘s Conny Plank. As guitarist Andy MacFarlane explains in a press release, “We wanted to be a lot more spontaneous, get outside our comfort zone – not to fall back into repeating what we’ve done previously.” The change in scenery shifted the band “toward a sparser sound, with a colder, slightly militant feel.”
The title of this, the third The Twilight Sad record, in many ways sums it up better than any reviewer could possibly hope to. With the introduction of new facets to their distinctive personality, The Twilight Sad have created something with hidden depths and sometimes curtained brilliance. Like their previous efforts, this is an album founded on the basic principle of tearing apart the listener’s heartstrings. It does so just as potently as their previous work, albeit there is a noticeably different musical template at work here. Any suspicions that The Twilight Sad were a one-trick pony should be put to bed by this release.
Tracklist
01. Alphabet
02. Dead City
03. Sick
04. Don’t Move
05. Nil
06. Don’t Look At Me
07. Not Sleeping
08. Another Bed
09. Kill It In The Morning
















































































































