Wrath of Man is, at its core, a revenge film par excellence, elevated above its peers in the crowded genre of action movies by a clever script, airtight plotting and a captivating non-linear narrative, centered on lead actor (and frequent Guy Ritchie collaborator) Jason Statham's role as Patrick Hill - referred to throughout the film under the given nickname "H". The continual unveiling of both Hill's past and motivations is itself a masterclass in exposition of the "show don't tell" variety.
With its stark, damning lyrical accusations and an arrestingly erratic groove - not to mention it's stunner of an act three twist - "Conceited" is a stormy portrait of a toxic love affair painted upon the canvas of its off-kilter and cleverly turbulent arrangement. It's also a brief and striking distillation of everything that makes its parent album - and Young's music in general - so compelling.
"Emergence," like its creators, is difficult to sum up in simple terms.
"Like I Say (I runaway)" is the sort of song that one thinks they've might have heard a million times, when in fact they've never heard it at all, in the same way that genius feels obvious in hindsight.
"Roll The Credits" makes an absolute monster of a groove out of what, upon closer inspection, turns out to be relatively few elements. ...That said, the sum of these parts is positively colossal, bounding forward with an unimpeachably soulful stride.
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Propelled forward by a steady, demure drum groove and rounded out by silky-smooth bass licks and vibrant keys, the various elements of "Set Your Spirit Free" weave a light-as-air, jazz-style tapestry in which every individual thread feels like lead line unto itself, while remaining inherently laced to the others in service of the greater whole.
"Hymn to Virgil" mines elements from almost as many musical idioms as its source material did characters from classical myth. It evokes a cavernous yet dense atmosphere thick as an arboreal mist and heavy as six feet of soil, and from that fertile sonic ground springs something that sounds like indie folk gone dark pop gone movie score.
On "Reincarnated," past and present, characters and archetypes, author and invention all blend together from verse to verse and scene to scene, shifting into each other with the logic of a dream.
"Josh Tillman and the Accidental Dose" is at it's core a classic-sounding chunk of tuneful, piano-and-guitar-driven melodicism, underscored by a colorful and ever-present orchestral accompaniment. The phrase "Beatlesque" immediately spills out to describe this particular union of elements, though "Accidental Dose" owes much, if not more, to later additions in that particular musical idiom the Fab Four helped to define. Tillman's soulful vocal is more Joe Cocker than McCartney, and song's almost playful arrangement recalls something that could be found on Nilsson Schmilsson as much as it does, say, "I Am The Walrus."
"You Got Me Searching " is a song deeply woven into the sort of well-worn blues-rock vestments that White dons like old leather. It's breakneck pace and high-octane delivery, however, dissuade any notions of recognition from devolving into disregard, and its vintage tendencies never hinder the track's raw energy from grabbing the listener by the metaphorical throat.
Within its five minute runtime, "Phantom Island" weaves an odyssey of sonic and sensory ecstasy around a vision of topical (and tropical) madness in a way that's immediately exciting, endlessly compelling, and, ultimately, highly listenable. King Gizzard haven proven once again that there is no aural territory on which they're unable to plant their own indelible mark, and that not even the might of a full orchestra can drown out a sound that's quintessentially Gizz.
