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3.7 out of 5 stars
Sun Gangs
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on April 26, 2017
While the album "Runaway Found" is still, in my opinion, the pinnacle of the Veils, "Sun Gangs" definitely has some standalone tracks that are most certainly worth getting. From "Sit Down By the Fire" to "Begin Again", one is surely to enjoy the melancholy voice of Finn Andrews. The album bears much similarity to groups as the National, Mumford and Sons, and Young the Giant.

A worth add to my growing collection xD
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on April 28, 2009
Sun Gangs still finds the band on Rough Trade, surprising considering their continuing lack of success, but the Veils' penchant for sharp guitar melodies, affecting acoustic slow-burners, and Andrews' inimitable vocals and nakedly emotional lyrics remain just as fine-tuned as ever before. Opener "Sit Down By The Fire" is vintage Veils, opening with a gentle piano/guitar riff and Andrews' compelling, Nick Cave-influenced voice. Lyrically it starts off a bit rusty, with more than a few forced rhymes and cringe-inducing heart-on-your-sleeve sentiments ("just say you don't love me anymore"), but when the bluesy bridge kicks in and Andrews intones "some day / a little rain is bound to fall," it's clear that the Veils haven't lost a step yet.

The following title song is a gentle piano dirge that alternates between optimism and self-pity, with the controlled vocals as the main attraction. It's placement on the album, however, is more than a little odd, stilting any momentum the surging "Sit Down By The Fire" generated at its end, and the climactic crescendo seemingly promised in the last third never arrives.

Highlight single "The Letter" quickly dispels the gloom, however, supported by a descending, chiming guitar melody that quickly sticks in the head and featuring a sonic blast of a chorus that coats itself in waves of reverb and Andrews' piercing howl leading the way through. "The Letter" kicks off a run of the album's best, most notably the fierce "Killed By The Boom" and the reflective blues of "It Hits Deep." The former recalls Nux Vomica's "Jesus For The Jugular" with its distorted rip current of a guitar line and Andrews' anguished, throat-tearing screams. It's the only song on the record that approaches the best of the sonic nastiness of their sophomore effort, and Andrews' performance is that of a man possessed. "It Hits Deep," meanwhile, is the kind of gradual, poignant buildup that the Veils have mastered and that their singer has made his trademark, creating the same kind of tension that the title track mustered and releasing it all in a sing-a-long ending that is restrained and cathartic at the same time.

The rollicking rock of family tragedy "Three Sisters" is pulsating, fist-pumping guitar glory in its finest with the kind of primal lament Andrews has made his own, while upbeat "The House She Lived In" is a complete 180-degree turn into regretful `60s Brill Building pop and typically emotive lyrics. Both are excellent examples of the Veils' versatility and Andrews' consistently passionate lyrical talents.

"Scarecrow," unfortunately, is also a fantastic example of what drags the Veils down, namely plodding metaphorical ballads that threaten to go somewhere but never really develop from what they started off as. The dangerously long (eight-and-a-half minute) "Larkspur," however, is a microcosm of the Veils' oeuvre as a whole, taking the band's mastery of the crescendo to the extreme. It's an interesting illustration of the band's bread-and-butter, a slowly rising boil of fuzzy distortion and Andrews' undeniable charisma, but it is neither gripping nor innovative enough to merit such an extended running time.

The band ends, as they tend to do, on the soft, contemplative notes of "Begin Again," merely Andrews and a commanding piano framing a fairly clichéd "start anew" lesson. While the record ends with a disappointing whimper, Andrews and his supporting cast have made another worthy addition to the band's neglected discography, one that fails to match the epic indie rock `n poetry of Nux Vomica but one that more than stands up on its own, with some of Andrews' most vehement showings and eloquent lyrics.
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on July 9, 2009
The Veils' principal Finn Andrews has been quietly simmering with each release, honing their songs writing abilities and musicianship. As the band has grown there has been numerous line up changes with Finn Andrews remaining the only constant on all three albums. On `Sun Gangs' it looks like his perseverance has paid off as this album is quite masterful with songs that resonate with maturity that belie his youth.

`Sun Gangs' begins with the rousing, "Sit Down By The Fire" which features a ruminating Andrews caught up in the feeling of love. This track examines the mind boggling complexities of love in the 21st century with the refrain echoing the sentiments, one where the narrator is unsure he'll get what he wants, and the call and response assuring him that he will get everything. The pensive title track is a melancholy piano ballad accompanied by some layered keyboards that sounds like a surrender of sorts.

The album gets a lift from the Asian influenced guitars of "The Letter" which could be an Echo & The Bunnymen b-side. "Killed By The Boom" crashes in and sound like a cross between Achtung Baby Era U2/Echo with a dash of Jeff Buckley thrown in. The jagged guitars riffs in this track sputter while a snarling vocal showcases a different side of The Veils. "It Hits Deep" and the 60's inspired "The House She Lived In" reveal a folk rock side of The Veils reveling in 4/4 rhythms. "Larkspur" is a malevolent song, an eight-minute epic that seems to relish in the vanquishing of demons. As the album closes, Andrews assures his followers in the stately "Begin Again," "...we're just following the light of long dead stars..." Hopefully his star continues to shine.
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on November 17, 2012
There are those who are gonna try and make comparisons, lacing together the fabric and voice of Jeff Buckley and lyrical dark mysteries of Leonard Cohen ... and that my friends, is like taking off down a country road in the middle of the night without the lights on.

The Veils are lower case hipsters of sorts, an international band of troubadours with Finn Andrews at the helm, a man who's parental lineage leads straight back to XTC's Barry Andrews. XTC were not one of my favorite bands, and while Jeff Buckley certainly developed his signature falsetto from the work of this father, Finn seems to take pleasure in a delivery that's far akin of Barry Andrews, nearly churning out his lyrics, creating a unique sense of slow urgency, where every word seems composed of multiple vowels that stretch on and into a dry sincerity, intended to give his visions weight and purpose.

For all the world, the album sounds like some sort of breakup record, or perhaps a snug comfortable pining album, one where all of life's flaws and introspections are laid out in an autobiographical manner to be combed through, examined, pondered, and in the end dismissed almost matter-of-factly ... like looking over one's shoulder and never taking to heart the lessons that should have been learned. And to that end, we can all relate to songs like "Sit Down By The Fire."

Then there are tracks like "Larkspur" and "The House She Lived In," which channel images of Nick Cave, though without some thirty five years of life and experience behind him, Finn comes off a bit repetitious, and the songs feeling forgettable ... not because they're not good or visionary, but because they all sound reminiscent of something I've heard before, and better. While the emotional texture of Nick Caves music was disorienting and daunting by design, Mr. Andrews often times makes me feel like I'm one toke over the line, shaking my head, trying to catch up with something I've missed, but haven't. Having said that, there's something to say about the purity of Finn's voice, lyrics, and presentation, sounding almost naked, and content with his unpleasantness and boredom.

It's this aspect that stings me the most, these are the songs of a new generation, a generation that has nothing, that expects nothing, one that's content with the mundane and melancholy, one that counts their bruises wondering where in the world they came from, while lighting a cigarette, forehead pressed against the cold glass of a window with an unmade bed reflected a chilled cracked pane.

Review by Jenell Kesler
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