Future Islands: On The WaterMusic Reviews Future Islands
Like the opening bassline of The George Baker Selection’s “Little Green Bag” in Quentin Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs, it’s refreshing when a record unravels with a calculated introduction—a one- to three- minute launching point that demands listeners’ attention, while buying enough time to arouse skeptics’ interest. When applied correctly, the strategy yields a skillfully placed window, easing listeners into the appropriate mindset to appreciate what lies ahead. With its eerie swells of rusty chimes and distant waves, the opening track of the new Future Islands LP, appropriately titled, On the Water, conjures images of an abandoned seaside home, rich in loneliness, but armed with dreams of summer.
Sam Herring’s vocals have never erred on the side of approachable. On even the band’s catchiest tracks, the Baltimore singer’s low growls clumsily rumble through his poignant lyrics, its forceful nature threatening to cloud over his skillful, narrative-heavy prose. On The Water delivers the best of both worlds. Herring’s lyrics are not only exquisitely matched to the group’s detailed orchestration, but his voice, while not abandoning its unique, jazzy qualities, has been slightly toned down.
The title track opens the record, weaving the group’s trademark delicate synth work into a shoreline background. “There are the moments that we shape and the dreams that fade away and sometimes they come together…can I be the one you hold tonight?” asks Herring. The lyrics are beautiful, straightforward and far from aggressive, allowing audience members to enjoy the complete track on the first listen without deciphering through cryptic and abstract wordplay. Further into the record, “Where I Found You” has the classically charming feel of a John Hughes film with its playful pulsing and high-pitched, shimmering keys.
On The Water is not only the most accessible Future Islands release to date—it’s their best. Gorgeous and personal, the band has delivered a record that is not only the product of years of trial and error, but also the rarity of a truly talented storyteller.