Do not be fooled when you hear the new 12″ from The War on Drugs referred to as an “EP.” Future Weathers, released this week, lays to waste to most all your preconceived, hodge-podge, B-side prejudices for the format. From the first sounds of a tape machine being thrown on mid-song to the final space atmospherics of closer “The History of Plastic” (and all the adventurous, outsider American pop in between) there is a true coalescence and symmetry here, one of wash and drone, of momentum and tone, but also of theme. Friendship and loyalty are both on the table here.
There are cues taken from our best American songwriters, yet The War on Drugs, piling tape upon tape and testing the limits of the studio, are wise enough to also implode those cues or send themselves into outer space when the moment calls for it. The driving organ riff that pushes “Baby Missiles” may be inspired by a fever dream of Springsteen rather than any particular Springsteen song. And the endless layers of guitar melody and atmospherics of “Comin’ Through,” rather than add weither to the vessell, only work to fill its sails with warmer and warmer winds.
Right now, we are giving two copies of Future Weather away on the SC Twitter and Facebook sites. We will choose a winner tomorrow morning. So act fast! Or, you know, go buy one from your neighborhood independent record store.