Switchfoot "Fading West EP" by Kelcey Wixtrom (cmaddict.com) on 2013-09-24 17:23:09
Switchfoot’s new EP, Fading West, begins with a chanted “1, 2, 3, 4, 5” woven throughout the track “Who We Are”. Featuring children’s choir on the chorus, the upbeat feel of the song makes it my favorite of the EP. It alludes to a childhood innocence and determination to make it in the world, but also looks back from an adult’s perspective after having proven true what they set out to be.
“Love Alone is Worth the Fight” takes it down a notch but is still relatively upbeat. The song advocates living for today and being passionate and intentional. It challenges fear and claims love calling you back home.
While slightly less targeted, “BA55” is a grungy attempt to describe what seems to be a worship experience. The feel of this song matches this experience, as it can be a very hard thing to describe all of the emotions wrapped up in worship. “I believe you’re the fire that could burn me clean” is driven hard in the middle.
This EP overall is a really solid work and in the spirit of Switchfoot’s past releases. I love the concept of putting out a smaller collection of songs in an EP and appreciate that these veterans are leading the way in this process. The EP is a taste of a full-length album, Fading West, set to release in January 2014.
Rating: 4 out of 5
Genre: Alternative / Rock
Label: Atlantic Records/Word
Release Date: September 17, 2013
Buy it: Amazon - iTunes
1. Who We Are
2. Love Alone is Worth the Fight
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