I'm a sucker for lushly arranged longing-laden orchestral indie rock. With their debut EP, epic-driven emotive eight-piece TGID do their best to deliver, with flamboyant mini-symphonies that layer exultant choral harmonies, frantic guitars, heraldic trumpets, wailing violin, organesque keys and the yearning squeeze of accordion with the dominant thump and pump of rapid drumbeats. To French Ave, easily the star track on this five-song disc, oscillates gorgeously between muted, languid rhythms and beckoning climactic urgency. But something feels restrained; each track swells with anthemic promise, but TGID hold back on the expected explosive spill, perennially stuck in that uncomfortable I'm-going-to-come space. With a little fleshing out, however, their upcoming spring full-length should be orgasmic.
The Ghost Is Dancing play the Tranzac tonight (Thursday, September 21).