By Hollister Dixon
The Twilight Sad are a band I’ve loved since I first saw the cover of their debut, Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters. That particular year, I would download just about anything and everything I could, because I wanted to digest as much as possible, and The Twilight Sad are a band that hit the scene just in time for 16-year-old me to get lost in everything. They’re a band that have never really put their influences on display, as much as they’ve playfully torn those influences apart, making the papier-mache creation almost totally unrecognizable by the end of things. It’s a band with incredibly obtuse song titles like “And She Would Darken the Memory” and “That Summer, at Home I Had Become the Invisible Boy” (a cunning Stand By Me reference). The artwork featured Norman Rockwell-esque portraits of family dissonance, with children in unsettling cloth masks. Their frontman, James Graham, sings in a glorious Scottish accent, the kind only Aidan Moffat dares to sing in. And – oh yeah – they’re really, really fucking loud.