"The Rising Tide" is definitely the most beautiful album by Sunny Day Real Estate (henceforth SDRE). Consequently, it is a milestone of the second wave Emo-Rock, the '90s easy listening marked and close to the mainstream.

In here you find depths and heights, melancholy and anger, frustration and aggressiveness, all in an epic projection. The cover image is an excellent example of this.

It is the year 2000. After the split with Nat Mendel (now with Grohl's Foo Fighters), the SDRE are Jeremy Enigk, Will Goldsmith (also Foo Fighters), and Dan Hoerner, another guitarist... in reality, little else by now.

In this album, where Enigk and his project emerge vigorously, the art of the frontman finds the necessary balance through a mild filter of old companions, but without the cumbersome Mendel. The absence of the latter is beneficial. Despite limited means, the sounds are the absolute best, the production shines, and SDRE's art reaches its highest degree. For this reason, probably, the album has remained too long forgotten and needs to be rediscovered.

From the first track to the last, you will find yourself navigating an ever-growing sea of emotions until the splendid finale of the title track. Indeed, water is the main element of the album. Watery is the color of the cover, fluid are the atmospheres, and watery, regressive, and maternal is the desire to find the center of man.

"Killed by an Angel" is the opening track, necessary to reassure the more timid and lazy listeners. Here the band displays their technical skills in a professional rock. A demonstration of sound cohesion, appointments, counterpoints, and grand sounds, sharp but well-produced, never heard on SDRE's albums, strongly Indie until now.

With "One", the emotional tournament begins. We let ourselves be guided by Jeremy Enigk (pronounced "inek") and his falsetto over the first waves, initially on the impetuous shore and then slowly on the first midsea breakers. William Goldsmith (today Foo Fighters) adds some cymbals to vary a motif that returns like the image of foam on the waves. Here the guitars overlap to give depth to the parts of greater intensity.

In "Rain Song", we find the landing, and while the rain beats on the shore, still wet we shelter at the first wooden checkpoint of the rescue. Maybe we light a nice fire. A carpet of strings gently accompanies the still accelerated pulsation of the deeper percussion. Enigk sends us to rest for a few minutes, accompanying us with the reassuring sound of his folk guitar's rosewood.

"Disappear" chases us again in a race of conflicting emotions. An ironic smile alternates with the desire to return to the womb, to oblivion. The chorus is an explosion of realization and joy, one can only shout: "deep inside a song a thousand miles away/every moment the start of a greater day/running to a field a world we'll find".

"Snibe" is the most intriguing and raw piece of the album, the watershed between the first cycle of adolescent pieces and the second, intimate and truer. It is the piece of disillusionment.

We start again from zero, from Mother Earth, from "The Ocean". A magnificent lullaby, a sweet awakening (try it as an alarm). Guitar inlays and a solo bass that designs the main riff. The finale will lift you mid-air, on Enigk's strings.

It's not over, on the contrary: the humid undergrowth of "Fool in The Photograph" still awaits us. Images of an infinite and infinitely wrong search, of what is truest and deepest inside us: "wasting time, you tell the story/some kind of magic/I've waited here all too long".

From our miseries, the voice of a mother in "Tearing in my Heart" saves us for a moment. And in recognizing our definitive mistakes once again, we redeem ourselves.

With "Television", we take a sigh of relief. Perhaps the only real aporia of the record, in the position it holds. At once an invitation to face once more the ultimate recesses of emotions that penetrate the musical textures and a premature conclusion of a deep listening.

The final crescendo is marked by Enigk's light whispers and a soft pace... "Faces in Disguise" is the tale of a unique encounter. At the end, we find ourselves on the first peak... the tide has grown suddenly, almost without feeling the predictable passions.

From that peak, we proceed on the crest and discover that we can go beyond, be more: "Will you escape your life with all the walls you build?" "The Rising Tide" is a challenge to start the challenge again on the highest tide. Are you ready to start again from the first track? I am.

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   Killed by an Angel (04:54)

02   One (04:09)

03   Rain Song (04:01)

04   Disappear (04:11)

05   Snibe (04:28)

Wilted flower seem strange to you
With all this poison at the roots?
Shut away from love and light
And you wonder why its screaming...

Old enough to abuse me
But all too cheap to amuse me

We stand at the marketplace
With cold September eyes on the hungry people
We passed the interrogation
Signed our names at the bottom of the
government paper


Calling memories out of mind
Pictures writhing deep inside
And once you've seen it's hard to hide
You wonder why you're screaming

Strong enough not to fear me
But all too loud now to hear me

*CHORUS*

[Jeremy sings through some sort of effect. The only thing I understand is "standing outside"]

This winter time
To waste your life
You reign you die
You wait you cry
This time in the light
A small flame in the night
You come you bend you burn
You burn you burn ...

Sick enough to infect me
But too far gone to protect me

[With courage we all fall down, When the tassel hits the ground] **

*CHORUS*
[and then repeated through different channels]

06   The Ocean (04:50)

07   Fool in the Photograph (04:08)

Me and the fool in the photograph
A soul many times revealed
The scars only have concealed

I wonder how many days I'll bleed
With the words I refuse to form
Now I will be free
But lately I refuse you

With these arms I will break through you
Wait only to see you far removed

No more the fool in the photograph
That night chained in your embrace
Day dawned and I saw your face

I wonder how many days I'll bleed
With the words I begin to form:
Now I will be free

Lately I refuse you
With these arms I will break through you
Wait only to see you far removed

Wasting time you tell the story still
Made your mind you're chasing the moon
Making scars among the glory
Still you're pulling down
Wasting time you tell the story
Some kind of magic
I've waited here all too long...

08   Tearing in My Heart (05:09)

09   Television (04:30)

10   Faces in Disguise (06:00)

11   The Rising Tide (05:35)

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