My love for The Brother Kite dates back to fall of 2002, when a high school friend visited me freshman year from UNH with a demo of the quintet on his iPod. Then I found myself listening to their debut thebrotherkite in 2005 while interning at a record label; it was one of two records I felt strongly enough to have the bossman listen to. When I moved out west in September 2006, their followup Waiting for the Time to be Right seemed to capture just about everything necessary for my travels. Now the band is finally back with Isolation, and its fall release is just as fitting as the last.
In other worlds, thousands of critics and fans are going on in length about differences in the band’s catalog, discussing their transition from shoegaze-chameleons to confident pop composers, dissecting the risks taken on this third LP and whether they deliver. Unfortunately, that world is not ours, and that’s a shame because The Brother Kite take chances like very few pop bands do.
“Isolation” seems to contain a sentiment found throughout the album: The Brother Kite does not need a single critic or fan to justify the quality of their music. Starting with just a pulsing keyboard, the band maps out a path of twists and turns before pointing the thing straight downhill. The energy snowballs to the point of sonic destruction, only to return to where it began; extremely remarkable for a three and a half minute song.
The band returns to the Boston area for a show at The Rosebud Diner on November 12th and an AS220 show back in their Providence homebase on the 13th. It sounds like they have an EP and 7” in the queue as well, so there’s plenty to go around. Pass this onto Ben Gibbard, tell him to get back to work.