Review. Paramore – Paramore (Self-Titled)

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Paramore – Paramore (Self-Titled).
Out. April 8th 2013.

When it was announced that the Farro brothers would be leaving Paramore in December 2010, questions started getting asked. Twenty-eight months later and Paramore are back from the brink. The messy, public threat to the bands future has solidified the Tennessee three-piece. Shaking free the shackles of pop-punk Hayley, Jeremy and Taylor are emerging, reinvented into a brave new world. Unburdened but with questions still ringing in their ears, Paramore have responded with bold declarations across their self-titled fourth album.

From the grungy electronica of Fast In My Car through to the post-rock hell-storm of Future, Paramore gets under your skin. The furious blend of unfamiliar ground is shocking while the shift in lyrical direction and delivery jars. Once this realignment becomes familiar, you start to bask in the bold risks. The soul infused refrain of Ain’t It Fun, the vibrant groove of the Let The Flames Begin sequel, Part II, and the tropical folk charm of the Interludes that lay scattered throughout Paramore seem crazy in theory, but stay on the right side of madcap in reality. Dynamic bravery runs rampant as Paramore throw everything they have at this record in a bid to express who they really are. In doing so, they flirt dangerously close to genius.

While their earlier material focused lyrical attention on naïve ignorance and angst-laden misery business, Paramore overflows with songs of weathered unity. Abandoning hope for harsh reality, Paramore still inspire but also come with a warning. Lacking the sunny optimism of youth, positivity is declared, but at a cost.

The vocals on Paramore are chirpier than previous efforts. More natural and free flowing, they sugar coat the anger and dissolve through the resolute instrumentals. Gang vocals provide a loud celebration of this newly cemented unity.

There’s signs of childlike regression throughout the album. From the scrawl of their new logo, through the decadent sweetness of Still Into You, Paramore still provide somewhere to hide. Contrast this with the defiant maturity of Be Alone or the dark scream of Now and you discover a band getting older with dignified awareness and ever-promising flair.

Paramore have crafted a surprising and wonderful album with their self-titled effort. It drapes the pain of the band proudly around broad shoulders and stands tall against this. Paramore isn’t a safe return by any stretch. At time it’s difficult and you’ll wonder what possessed certain decisions. However, once the trickier moments fall into place, everything will make abhorrent sense. Paramore answers far more questions than it poses and I’m left with just one. What’s next?

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~ by justdip on 01/04/2013.

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