From the very first notes of Behold, This Dreamer, the exciting new album from Brooklyn based band Thieving Irons, there is a sense of cautious optimism. Nathaniel Martinez has taken a leap in his songwriting and composition, allowing this vibe to wash over the listener without slapping them across the face with a giant rubbery one. There's an uncommon ease to his voice and approach.
Every song is crafted to grow and evolve, taking the listener on a journey instead of running in circles and feeding them the same bullshit lines about love and peace or some shit. It forces you to really sit and think about what the Fuck is going in both the micro and the macro. It's a holistic approach to both music and the soul. The underlying depth is both glorious and intimidating. A lot of times it feels as though this son of a bitch might be venturing into Joshua Tree territory - not meaning it sounds like Joshua Tree - but sort of shares its sense of urgency and universality. It's a hard thing to pull off without sounding contrived or corny, but somehow Thieving Irons does it.
Behold, This Dreamer has the feel of a galvanizing album in an era that is unfortunately broken down by subgenres and niches within niches. However I feel that it has the ability and the beauty to cut through the bullshit and become that kind of defining moment.
Behold, This Dreamer isn't locked into any set sound or genre. It's distinctly Thieving Irons, which as far as I can tell is a beautiful land filled with fresh cut fruits, whole grains and aesthetically perfect specimen covered in chocolate body paints, only there to fulfill your every desire. Somehow these bastards pulled off making an album that sound wildly original, completely familiar and that should be appealing to the masses.
That's why Nathaniel Martinez and Thieving Irons are so fucking bad ass.