The Chills – Snowbound – Limited Edition, Snow Splatter, Colored Vinyl, 2018
The latest postcard from The Chills epic journey is an album about consolidation, re-grouping, acceptance and mortality, claims the chief Chill. Hopefully a kind of Carole King Tapestry for aging punks.
Wow! Are rock bands allowed to grow old gracefully and assess the world’s and their shortcomings in the process? Is it possible to swerve the obvious and make something that’s bittersweet in tone but harmonious on the ear? Of course it is.
On Snow Bound lost heroes are lamented, relationships are re-evaluated, atonement is sought, mortality is mulled over and fake news is undercut. It’s serious stuff, the thoughts of a dysfunctional 50-something wrestling with maturity and discovering that their post-punk DIY beliefs still have a real voice that resonates between the fans of their early years and which can now pass down to the next generation.
Casting our minds back, we can recall that The Guardian mused, They sound almost like the musical embodiment of autumn, when confronted with Silver Bullets. Three years on, Snow Bound nestles heartily in its own winter of discontent. And all this with a hum-along melodic verve, Phillipps’ gift for the tempered dalliance of verse and chorus and those gorgeous euphoric organ fills. Let the soul-searching commence