Cigarettes After Sex‘s new album Cry is what your first college boyfriend would be, if he were an album.
On the onset, he’s cozy, gentle and deep. Unlike the plebeian boys from your hometown, he just gets you, and he dresses way cooler than anyone from your high school did. You feel sophisticated for liking him — and even more sophisticated because he likes you back.
And the way he’s always so heartbroken? It’s really swoon-worthy.
But then, you get to spend more time with him.
And you realize that this sad boy schtick — well that’s all he’s got and he’s actually pretty one dimensional.
Look, you can only be forced to listen to 80s goth music, sit in dimly lit rooms and read poetry for so long before it gets really boring and you’d like to do, literally, anything else.
Cry is not a bad album for those who are looking to lay on the floor and be in their feelings. In fact, if you are nursing a fresh breakup (especially as we enter “cuffing season”) this might be the perfect album for you.
For the rest of us, the whole album isn’t really a necessary listen.
There are certainly great tracks. “Heavenly” and title track, “Cry,” in particular, are lovely and well-written, especially when it comes to the music itself. They’re exceptionally well-crafted pop songs, so well crafted, in fact, that if one wasn’t paying attention, they could easily be mistaken for acoustic covers of 80s pop songs.
(And as we all know, the 80s were the undisputed best time for pop music, so that’s high praise.)
Unfortunately, much like your college boyfriend’s “deep thoughts,” once you’ve heard one Cigarettes After Sex song, you’ve heard them all.
Cry feels like one continuous forty-minute song. The fact that the album is even almost perfectly divided into even portions doesn’t help matters — all nine tracks off this album are just over four minutes and every song bleeds into the next almost too seamlessly. Not to mention that all the lyrics are exactly the same — somewhat meandering, a bit tedious and definitely like your college boyfriend in that they think explaining mundane things in great detail makes them seem intelligent or tortured.
Ultimately, Cigarettes After Sex is a fine band that its weighed down by its own self-importance, and if you’re looking for ethereal pop sounds, you’re much better off listening to something off of Dirty Hit Records, like The Japanese House or even older Beabadoobee songs. They’ll at least hold your attention.
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