I would ask for this song as the accompaniment to my entrance were I ever involved in a WWF wrestling match – with much swirling of my cape and stomping to punctuate. OK maybe not me, personally…but if I were ever to manage a wrestler, I’d make sure he used it.
Perhaps a bit more relevant (and realistic) context: Imagine this song as the soundtrack to the long-walk build up to pistols at dawn…or…a bullfight. Or an angered father defending the honour of his daughter somewhere in the Old West.
It’s dramatic, it’s passionate, it makes me want to orchestrate some sort of confrontation so I can ask my opponent to wait while I set up my iPod to cue this track.
The rest of the album isn’t like this – it’s a lot less dramatic, a lot more Americana folk and…though I hate to say it, Country at times. Oddly though, Country that I like.
There seem to be a lot of people in the group – their last.fm page lists 10 actual members and another 6 additional personnel, none of whom appear to be named Edward Sharpe.
I’d love to see them live….reckon they’d make a great bandstand busk sometime when they’re over here from California…