You can actually hear the members of the Twilight Sad sprouting chest hairs. The Scottish wunderkinds churned out – like, literally churned – maelstroms of noise and feedback on their 2007 debut album Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters. That album was a magnificent mess: hinting at greatness but obvious in its youthful uncertainty. It almost seemed as if the Twilight Sad were trying to drown themselves in sound for fear of perceived lack of pop sensibility. And yet here they are, two years older, wiser and with a decidedly more confident and accessible record. Forget the Night Ahead is the sound of a band that spent the past couple of years drowning in whiskey and other Scottish vice in lieu of the aforementioned sound. It’s the sound of a band with more than a chip of guilt on its shoulder, with songs like “I Became a Prostitute” acting as drone-laden confessionals. Think Mogwai fronted by Ian Curtis. Well, a heavily Scottish-accented Ian Curtis.

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