Warren Alexander Kriese

stunning work from a band that has stuck with me for years. this album is nothing short of a masterpiece, with gripping lyrics and haunting messages of isolation inside one's head, suicidal pondering, and an unorthodox love that connects all of the songs. "Death Dream", "Die Like a Rich Boy", and "400 Bones" all carry beautiful lyrics of interactions with the many messages of death, and resonate deeply with those who have had many encounters with it. "Lump Street", "An Otherwise Disappointing Life", and "Woke Up Hurting" call to mind captivating images of what it means to be alive, if it hurts more than usual, the loneliness that connects us all as people, and the journey of coming to understand one's own psyche. now, I don't go on about this album out of pure adoration for the band, but of how life changing it was for me. This band likely saved my mother's life, the lyrics connecting to some part of the heart and mind I cannot begin to understand in the few years I have been in this life, but when Scott sings, he sings to you. Not solely in the way that any singer can sing to a person, but in the way that genuine connections are formed. He sings to those who felt lost, out of sync with the world as a whole, and to those who fantasize death as easily as most daydream. Frightened Rabbit is unique in the way that they create their music. It is so obviously from the heart, and genuine in the emotions the songs evoke. listening to "Painting of a Panic Attack" is not like listening to an album written by a group who knows that they are loved by their fan-base (although FR very much is), and already know people are going to love it regardless. Listening to this album is listening to a group of people who makes music that expresses such an intense emotional truth that unites us all as human beings, it is listening to those who truly understand what it is like to live, ugly bits and all. the line that always sticks with me, the one my mother has tattooed, is from "Wait 'Til The Morning" "We are all designed to wax and wane/ The light will come back on again/ Just wait" there are few albums where I can listen to them in their entirety and not encounter more than one song that I do not like as much as I do the rest. This is not one of those albums. "A Painting of a Panic Attack" remains one of three albums where I am completely emotionally captivated by each and every song. there is no line out of place, no falter in the instruments. if there is any proof of 'perfection', this album is as close as I can get to it.