A livid strumming and a silly sing along, which Caleb turned into “100,000 People”, the third track of the album, born from a futile attempt to fend off the hollowness of a simple life that was slowly becoming the embryo of When You See Yourself.įrom the moment that Caleb started making phone calls and jams resumed, a powerful worm had already made its nest in the hearts of not only their massive and demanding following, but also in their own: a worm called nostalgia.īecause you see, the sound of Kings of Leon is not the kind of sound that would be a matter of discussion among venomous label A&Rs, music industry hyenas and rabid media pimps drooling at the prospect of a new album by the once messiahs of indie rock. A simple thought, flashing like a shooting star in a quiet room while the rest of the house cheers and ravages in Christmas celebrations. The title of the album, and the song that sets it on, is the reflection of this idea. The Followill took some much-needed family time after touring that last album extensively, and in doing so they found individuality. Exhaustion was real, fumes were running low, and it was time to vanish.
2010 brought a worthy albeit weaker successor in Come Around Sundown, while the not-so-great Mechanical Bull gored its way through 2013 and the mildly acclaimed Walls finally set them for a long break in 2016. Success brought undeserved vitriol, and vitriol planted the seed of doubt in the very core of the band, and while I personally lost track of them, a good core of their fanbase stuck with them through thick and thin.
The new formula redefined their career and granted them a timeless sound, but it also tamed the untarnished flames of youth that helped them burn their way into the charts faster than the wildfire spreading through the increasingly dry woods of their newfound creativity. Kings of Leon were unto something completely different with their fourth release, they were an entirely different band, and they had found rightful pride in claiming so. Comparisons with the mighty Strokes had already grown irrelevant. Only God knows if some, or most of those people were also dwelling the same halls of self-imposed guilt as myself, but the fact is that we were given a balm for a shattered heart, and so we swooned along to the feverish charm of Only By The Night. Their anthemic hit was cathartic for me, and for millions of people around the globe. I had no idea who these good-looking chaps from Nashville were, nor I didn’t care. At the time, I had just arrived in the city in the summer of 2009, leaving a tumultuous break up and economical mayhem behind, which was scored almost accidentally by "Use Somebody", a song I abused unabashed during the whole ordeal, which lasted almost a year. I would be lying if I'd say I have never lost the wig jumping, kicking and screaming to the beat of "Sex on Fire" in secret parties across the tiny little clubs that blossom from the labyrinthic whirlwind of debauchery that is Tokyo's night life.
Review Summary: Are you far away? Are you ashamed? Because you shouldn't.
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