‘Silver Bleeds the Black Sun…’ is not a record from the AFI that play in the memory of every early noughties alt kid. The masters of subtle reinvention, who slid from hardcore basements to MTV screens, who flew their Black Sails In The Sunset across a Silver and Cold sea, have emerged from hibernation with an astonishing post punk album. Part Siouxsie, part Bowie, and all eighties sparkle, ‘Silver Bleeds the Black’ is a look back from Davey, Hunter and their friends on their career and their inspirations, a record stripped of the bombastic pomp of their mainstream years. It’s also an album made by men older and wiser than the long-haired idols we remember, equally as revealing as it is a gorgeously nostalgic construction.
We didn’t get much warning of AFI’s new direction, but our advance notice was beautiful in its scope. ‘Behind the Clock’ rises like a city of steel and concrete, dominated by echoing guitar that guides us through alleyways of tense drumbeats. Previously, we…
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