‘I was in a field at dusk,’ says singer Will Gould as Roe, presumably from the afterlife, during opener Midnight Militia. ‘The stars from above my head like convicted felons, already dead.’ It’s just over a minute, but serves to illustrate Creeper’s commitment to the drama of their narrative, and how far we are from Southampton these days, in so many regards. American Noir is full of sweeter, more theatrical confections than its predecessor, the band firmly hitting the button marked ‘Jim Steinman Overdrive’ with the arrival of Midnight, the voices of Will and Hannah Greenwood melding together seamlessly like the hearts of its protagonists.
Those aching romantic laments rarely let up, with Will crying ‘Here comes the dark’ over probing strings on America At Night. If the focus on the Americana aesthetic occasionally results in lyrics that are a little on the nose (‘She’s Coca-Cola red and I’m Pepsi-Cola blue / In the land of the free I’m a prisoner for you’), it’s forgivable because elsewhere there’s loveliness that furthers the message that transcends Creeper’s stories: this band offers sanctuary for the misunderstood. ‘You’re not like the others, you’re one of us,’ Will acknowledges on One Of Us, a firm highlight and the latest in a line of songs letting fans know they’re seen and heard by their heroes. Because who doesn’t want that?
Verdict: 4/5
For fans of: My Chemical Romance, AFI, Neck Deep
American Noir is out now via Roadrunner.
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