A giant CD booklet, 70s guitar rock, string sections and piano — it’s all sort of there for Thieves & Liars. Not sure why classic rock really needs to make a comeback, in which case it’s not really “classic” then, right?
Digressing, When Dreams Become Reality is for anyone who likes modern production and dirty, bluesy guitars with some belted-out melodies. This isn’t some hardcore band pretending to bring back southern rock (thankfully) — this is a modern band playing classic rock, and it bores me to tears.
Yeah this album is awful. Swing and a miss, Dreamt Music!
music needs to be lived..not just played…
I listened to some of their stuff. It’s not terrible, but not something I would really be interested in listening to.
It’s Classic Rock and it’s good. They would have been huge 30 years ago and i’m glad they’re only existing now, this album is rock solid with beautifull ballads and good old rock n’ roll anthems.
Don’t fall in the “it’s only a copy of what’s been done before” arguments, and just listen for yourself. The first track speaks for itself.
Everything about this CD’s packaging sucked me in; from the sticker on the front that proclaimed that Thieves and Liars would remind me of endless days listening to Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and AC/DC to the cover design to the name of the band itself. The hype for this CD declared that “Rock and Roll is not dead”…they are right, but not because of this effort from Thieves and Liars.
When I popped this disk into the player, I was expecting another fantastic homage to the great bands listed on the label like I found when I listened to Wolfmother not too long ago - now that is a band that reminded me that rock and roll ain’t dead - but from start to finish, *When Dreams Become Reality* is nothing special as it completely fails to deliver on any promise that can be found in the packaging or the hype.
In fact, this album is completely derivative; there is nothing on this CD that other mediocre bands have tried and failed with before. This music lacks energy… so much so that half way through it the first time, I started tuning it out as my brain relegated it to background noise. I listened to it again with more attention just to be sure that I wasn’t distracted, but half way through I found myself so bored, that I put on Wolfmother to get my blood flowing again.
If you want new, fresh music that delivers on what this CD believes itself to be, then try Wolfmother and The Black Angels; you won’t be disappointed.