Band Name: Don’t Die Cindy
Album Name: Most Imperfect Skies
Best Element: The melding of many genres into one
Label Name: Cake Records
Band E-mail: www.myspace.com/dontdiecindy
I must admit that I began Don’t Die Cindy’s Most Imperfect Skies with some trepidation. According to their website, “if you take the atmospheric feel from bands such as Pink Floyd and Radiohead, mix it with the intoxicating beauty of Sarah Mclachlan and Coldplay, and add influences from Copeland, Twothirtyeight, Die Radio Die, No Doubt, Cave In and Year of the Rabbit, you have Don’t Die Cindy.”
I remember thinking, “If that’s true, this band is amazing, but can this be true?”
It was. Though some songs are less impressive than others, some songs on this CD could have been written and performed by a superband composed of members of Coldplay, Pink Floyd, and Death Cab for Cutie.
“Mr. Handsome” begins with a guitar riff that could have come directly from a Photo Album-era Death Cab song. After the riff, there was screaming. Towards the middle of the song, there is this ethereal, Pink Floyd-esque space rock synth section.
After the synths, it sounds as if vocalist Patrick Hosey is channeling Coldplay wunderkind Chris Martin. Sadly, this vocal brilliance is followed by more screaming.
Even aside from the screaming, vocally this album is only mediocre.
Despite the vocal slips, this album shines musically. “Unclothed and Honest” could very well have been a cut on Coldplay’s A Rush of Blood to the Head. “Leave it at That” is catchy in its own right, and the guitar riff at the beginning is quite interesting. “Green Room” is driven by intense yet melodic guitar playing; parts of it remind me of Jet’s Get Born with a twist of punk.
The wonderful thing about this album is that, though it is similar in some respects to the work of other artists these similarities enhance the album rather than dominating it. Make no mistake; Don’t Die Cindy has a sound all its own.
Don’t Die Cindy has effectively combined punk rock, indie rock, classic rock, and a heavy dose of screaming. The result may sound quite strange on paper, but for reasons I can’t fully explain, Most Imperfect Skies just works. Give it a listen.