The amount of sarcasm in that sentiment is subject to interpretation, but one thing is certain: Hate is a career-maker. A big DeMille-sized epic full of swooping strings, thundering tympanis and heavenly choirs, it's the record the Delgados tried to make three years ago with The Great Eastern, but came up a few crescendos short of a symphony. They've remedied that problem this time. Henderson and Pollock trade lead vocals over speaker-blowing orchestral swells, two tiny fragile ships tossed around on a giant ocean of sound.
But for all of Hate's fantastic bombast, the group never loses track of the melody. Strip away all the strings, and this remains a superb collection of songs.
The Delgados might do well to loan a few of those songs on to fellow Scots Aerogramme. Sleep and Release clatters with drum loops and synths with glued-down sustain pedals, but too often the group gets tripped up in blustery nu-metal riffing.
The results are predictably mixed. It's hard to tell if they're aping Radiohead or Godsmack, and songs like the chugging, rock-radio-ready "No Really, Everything's Fine" don't make it any easier to tell. Aerogramme has mastered the sound and the fury. But in the end, it signifies terribly little.
The Delgados and Aerogramme play the Echo Lounge Mon., April 21.
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