By the time Future Islands scored their first hit, they were already four albums into their career. It’s been nearly a decade to the day since their viral performance of “Seasons (Waiting on You)” on The David Letterman Show, a milestone that was hardly a starting point for the band: “I was actually holding back,” singer and lyricist Samuel T. Herring has said of his rousing stage demeanor during the show. “That’s what was going on in my head—don’t go too far.” The implication there is that some part of him knew he’d have the chance to go further.
“If I said too much, please let me know,” Herring sings on “The Thief,” a sparkling highlight from Future Islands’ new album People Who Aren’t There Anymore. It’s a jarring sentiment to hear from someone who proudly dances like everyone’s watching, who usually has so much to say that he moonlights as a rapper. And though the Baltimore band has hardly drifted from their new wave-filtered synth-pop in the past decade, People makes it clear that things have changed.
The album largely revolves around Herring’s breakup with a long-term, long-distance partner, with whom he used to spend the bulk of his time in her native Sweden. Travel restrictions during the height of the pandemic meant the pair were often apart for months at a time, though it wasn’t until after Herring began writing People that they decided to split for good, meaning these 12 tracks follow Herring’s heartbreak in real time. During the album’s first half, he ponders sending messages in bottles across the ocean, counts the days until he gets to board his next plane to Sweden, and mulls over the agony of having to text his partner “good morning” just before he falls asleep—a seemingly innocuous interaction that only amplifies the physical distance between them.
Herring has sung about grief, heartbreak, and disappointment several albums over now, and though the events that underscore People have surely impacted him—“Regret and fear have an appetite,” he laments on the up-tempo dance number “Give Me the Ghost Back”—it feels at times that he’s running out of ways to evoke his strifes, his passionate yowls lessened by his clichés. His imagery on the punchy album opener “King of Sweden” is hampered by weak rhymes like “I’m always flyin’/So I’m always cryin’” and sentiments of feeling 15 years old again. The funky, bass-thumping “Say Goodbye” harps on the logistical difficulties of connection across time zones, as Herring measures past time by how many cigarettes he’s smoked.
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