Falconneers are many things. They are unashamedly classic rock fans. And why not? Rock and its older sibling, rock ‘n’ roll, have served humanity well for many generations. They are gentlemen of “a certain age.” Again, there is nothing wrong with that; after all, have you heard the cheap knock-offs that today’s twenty-somethings are passing off as music? And, on the strength of Volume One, I’d say that you can add to that list that they are also deft writers and talented players.
Nothing says classic rock like a double album debut, and if you think that it would take an exceptional band to be able to fill that much space with all killer, no filler (as the kids say…or did a couple of decades ago) tracks, you’d be right. But then again, Falconeers are indeed an exceptional band. (I also have a sneaking suspicion that their brilliant-bird-brains have devised this plan to combine the attention-grabbing calling card debut with the difficult second album and just got them both out of the way in one go, not that anything here sounds anything other than effortless and awesome and anthemic.)
From the balladic and slightly country strains of “Set The Sky on Fire” to the more raucous rock of songs like “Best Days” and “Don’t Wait Up” and from the stadium-ready “Thirtysomething Tragedy” to the accessible pop-rock of “Farther,” this may be classic rock, but it is far from the holier-than-thou classic rock of the denim-jacketed gatekeepers of yore.
This music comes from the same place as the likes of Tom Petty, Brian Adams, John Mellencamp, and Don Henley. And look where such accessible and infectious music took those chaps. Maybe it can do the same for Falconeers. After all, age is just a number, and the best music speaks for itself. This music speaks volumes.
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