When I was in Journ class, my teacher told us to always build background when we introduce an article. I'm not going to do that, because this back story involves a lot of yada-yada about The Killers doing solo projects and other things you can find on Wikipedia. Let's just cut to the chase.
Battleborn by The Killers is fucking brilliant, hands down.
I could give a pretentious review where I make references that aren't quite as relevant now. It'll go something like, "Battleborn takes the Springsteen flavour, gives it power hooks that will put Toto and Journey to shame while it brings you back to the late 80s/early 90s in a rousing, anthemic, almost divine sound that firmly imprints itself in that great log of select tunes that define the soundscape of Americana."
But fuck that, I think Battleborn is accessible enough to be enjoyed by the people who wouldn't quite understand the above references, or who no longer give a fuck about The Boss (that's Bruce Springsteen, you 90s kids). As a CD to play in your car, it embraces you in a commonly-relatable nostalgia, breezing your highway cruise with epic anthems of us-against-the-world romances (Runaways, The Way It Was), fist-punching rock numbers designed specifically for arenas (Battleborn) and even a potential Lounge soundtrack in Jacques Lu Cont's remix of Flesh and Bone.
As a CD to have (I know how CDs have become antiquated in this Day & Age - HAH pun intended - of mp3 downloads), Battleborn is a must-have as the most updated piece of anthemic Americana. It is the CD to pop in on rebel-yell Mondays, or Fridays crossing your stars with your favourite girl's.
Here's the leading single, Runaways, for your aural and visual (I'm a heterosexual man, but Brandon Flowers is a dashing beast in this music video) pleasure.
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