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ARTiST: Stars
 TiTLE: In Our Bedroom After The War
 LABEL: Arts & Crafts
 GENRE: Indie
 TiME: 55:54 min
 SiZE:  80,0 MB
 BiTRATE: VBRkbps
 RiP DATE: Aug-13-2007
 RELEASE DATE: Sep-25-2007
 WEBSiTE: n/a
 
 Track List:
 
 01. The Beginning After The End                02:20
 02. The Night Starts Here                      04:53
 03. Take Me To The Riot                        03:49
 04. My Favourite Book                          04:06
 05. Midnight Coward                            03:45
 06. The Ghost Of Genova Heights                04:36
 07. Personal                                   04:07
 08. Barricade                                  03:52
 09. Window Bird                                04:44
 10. Bitches In Tokyo                           02:50
 11. Life 2: The Unhappy Ending                 04:16
 12. Today Will Be Better, I Swear!             05:49
 13. In Our Bedroom After The War               06:47
 
 Release Notes:
 
 True to form, the new Stars album contains two songs
 about protesters and no protest songs—Torquil
 Campbell and Amy Millan's chamber-pop troubadours
 remain doggedly interested in people, not their
 ideas. (Stars' best song is "Elevator Love Letter,"
 about Campbell's Gatsbian love for rich-girl Millan;
 their worst is "He Lied About Death," about Bush.)
 Even confined to the first subject the band's skill
 varies: "Take Me to the Riot," warm and expansive,
 is a fine shallow anthem, but "Barricade," a wistful
 ballad about the romance of cruelty ("How could
 anyone not love the terrible things you do?") isn't
 Nabokov; it isn't even Mickey Spillane.
 
 In Our Bedroom After the War, though it contains
 nothing on the level of the band's best or worst, is
 the handiest inventory yet of Stars' obsessions,
 M.O.s, strengths and failings. A young band and
 pretty, concerned with surfaces which always turn
 out to be warped or pocked in ways many wouldn't
 bother to notice; sonically generous, lyrically
 inclusive; a little full of themselves. The lyrics
 of the album's first real song, "The Night Starts
 Here," are a list of the kind of things Stars songs
 are about: "the time we have," "the task at hand,"
 "the dusk at dawn," "the being free," "that big
 black cloud over you and me." The litany hums along
 through skittering drums and distant, twinkling
 keyboards, and eventually Campbell and Millan sing
 together, and it's a little beautiful, the way
 couples leaving restaurants are beautiful, or senior
 prom. Such carpe noctum is Stars' strong suit; few
 bands are as good at making songs to score nighttime
 journeys of nebulous purpose. Sometimes they
 strain—"Life 2: The Unhappy Ending" sinks under a
 too-trivial circular melody and a cinematic conceit
 that doesn't work—but the songs most in danger of
 being intolerable can become highlights—the
 penultimate "Today Will Be Better, I Swear!," with a
 title and chorus sprung from Sufjan Stevens'
 nightmares, would close the album better than the
 awful title track. (Hemingway condemned war for the
 lovers it tore apart; Stars for the damper it puts
 on young urbanites' days.)
 
 When not embracing the pretty bits of the cosmos,
 the band contents itself with caressing innerspace.
 "My Favourite Book" is the best showcase yet for
 Millan's loose whisper, not as fine a song as Set
 Yourself On Fire's "Ageless Beauty" but a less
 enveloping one over which Millan has better control.
 Similarly, "The Ghost of Genova Heights" may be
 Torquil Campbell's finest moment, a slice of goofy
 lite disco that channels the Decemberists through
 Ray Davies Jr. and washes the gunk from each. These
 two solo outings are In Our Bedroom's contributions
 to the small pantheon housing "Elevator Love Letter"
 and "Ageless Beauty," and though they're lesser gods
 it's the first time a Stars album has birthed more
 than one. Elsewhere, as usual, the band gets bogged
 down in the hostility of their love, and their
 efforts to analyze it are at once less shallow and
 less effective than Heart's snappily titled "Death
 to Death." Love for Stars has always been violently
 exclusive, as ready to kill those who don't matter
 as save those who do, and though "Barricade"
 addresses this paradox more directly than ever, it's
 a sodden torch song, a chore; "Death to Death"
 sounded like mid-period Garbage, which is what all
 songs should sound like.
 
 This continues to be Stars' weak spot: their
 beautiful-people narratives are never quite strong
 enough to live unsupported by sonic candy. "The
 Ghost of Genova Heights" and "My Favourite Book," a
 silly ghost story and straightforward love song
 respectively, rise to the top buoyed not by their
 emotions or observations but by keyboards and
 "doo-doo-doo"s. In Our Bedroom After The War is
 Stars' most consistent, nuanced album, and says good
 things for the future, but Campbell and Millan won't
 write a perfect record until they learn what their
 songs need, and abandon the inevitable few tracks on
 which it's refused. Perhaps perfection is too
 abstract, though; perhaps Stars are too close and
 warm to bother. I can't protest that.