A better bet than the euro in any British referendum, No Shouts, No Calls can quiet the shouting of even the loudest of English Euroskeptics, and their calls for withdrawal from the EU, by showing just how much there is to get from across the Channel.Since forming way back in 1998, Electrelane are the underdogs of great indie music in this country, and ‘No Shouts, No Calls’ certainly contests to be their best album to date. Opening track ‘The Greater Times’ will instantly blow your mind, and even the coldest of hearts will be well and truly thawed by the end of it. With No Shouts, No Calls, Electrelane has managed to weave together some of the finest strands of the European Union into a melodic, yet also rocking, record. Quite fittingly, the ladies of Electrelane are scheduled to tour Europe with The Arcade Fire, North America’s own continent-spanning group (encompassing Anglophone Canada, Francophone Canada, megaphone U.S.A!, and even the no-phone Caribbean). Other (thankfully verbal) tracks include the orchestral-y choral “In Berlin” (where No Shouts, No Calls was mostly written), which starts off weak but then grows into something really special (like the city’s – and the country’s – post-war fate), and the quiet, melodic, and very pretty “Saturday”, that likewise really clicks in its second half. The different places “Five” goes to are at first interesting, from straight alt-rock into the darker and more distorted, the instrumental takes it one step too far, and too long (six minutes in total), with a jump into techno-rock. Unfortunately, the recording-ending orchestral jam of “The Lighthouse” is only okay, and not particularly impressive, while the rock ‘n’ roll instrumental build goes into rock ‘n’ roll droll on the uninteresting “Between the Wolf and the Dog”. “Call” is followed by the first (and best) of the record’s four instrumentals (minus some “oohs” and “aahs”), “Tram 21”, whose keys and driving beats are rather like being on a ‘tram’, but one of those neat Parisian visions of ‘trolleys of the future’ in fifties French New Wave cinema. Luckily, it’s book-ended by the growing-but-not-‘bright’ keyboards of the anthemistic “The Greater Times”, and the catch chord riffs of the fast-and-sharp “After the Call”. The first single, “To the East”, may not have anything to do with EU expansion past the Iron Curtain, but it goes over about just as well: somewhat driving, somewhat pretty, but not quite developed enough. One quality inclusion on Shouts is the ‘Swedish Invasion’-style indie-pop of “Cut and Run”, which may only be bite-sized in terms of complexity, but it is a very tasty bite. Whatever it is, on No Shouts, No Calls, Electrelane still have it in spades, on a record where they find a nice balance between their last two albums: more rocking than Power, and more melodic than 2005’s Axes. Maybe it’s the band’s vaguely Romance language-sounding name, or that the four women have a look reminiscent of the sixties New Left ‘Women of the World, Unite!’ that was found from the banks of the Seine to the banks of the Danube. Or maybe it’s their world-spanning lyrics, which go from multilingual (2004’s The Power Out) to non-existent (2001’s largely instrumental Rock It to the Moon). Despite their Brighton, England roots, there’s always been something rather Continental about Electrelane.
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