Few Nineties rock bands were better prepared than Mogwai for the movie-trilogy blocks of music allowed by the iPod. Over the past 18 years, the Scottish outfit moved from making bombastic explosions in the sky to crafting widescreen soundtracks to goin' down the road feeling bad. On their eighth album, they go with what they know, from childlike keyboard melodies anchoring guitar swells("Simon Ferocious," "Deesh") and nod-off piano mumbles ("Blues Hour") to robotic riff-welding ("Master Card") and piss-taking ("Repelish," wherein they remind us that people were once actually scared of Led Zeppelin). Many were born to rock; Mogwai were born to score.
From The Archives Issue 1201: January 30, 2014