Palms
Palms

Looking out from the window of the Palms, the view is wide, showcasing the large and silent natural landscapes forgotten by man, evocative of post-rock with a sun that warms without ever giving the impression of being truly overwhelming like in the middle of a desert or in the tropics. In this sense, the artwork hits the mark quite well.

For the rest, we are quite distant from both the metallic romanticism of Deftones and the atmospheric ups and downs of the former Isis; here, there is no instability.

It’s a summer album or one to listen to while admiring the vacation photos that were. The claws come out just for a few seconds, see the end of “Short Wave Radio,” which is also one of the most memorable, without forgetting the full immersion in the relaxation of “Patagonia,” all played on the warm bass nuances of Jeff Caxide. In “Tropics,” the most pop episode, you can even hear echoes of Chris Martin (I’m reminded of “Strawberry Swing”).

It closes with the expansive and more instrumental “Antarctic Handshake,” certainly the most daring episode (sometimes the vocals seem too present at the expense of the underlying sonic tapestry) and richer in guitar phrases where Chino, after an initial introduction, gently steps aside, launching us into the middle of an unidentified land where snow and sun battle in the sky for dominance.

Let the adventure of the Palms begin, whether it will be fleeting or something else, only time will tell.