After the fresh-faced college-band optimism of their debut, the Throes' second record, Fall on Your World, is something of a collapse. Though the band swelled to five members, the extra players have weighed the music down rather than opening it up. All sense of melody seems to have departed with former drummer Harold Evans, and what's left is a plodding aimlessness that sabotages any of the band's brighter ideas. Even the would-be pop opener "Say Hello" is waterlogged and dreary. The Throes seemed to have succumbed to psychedelia, and Fall on Your World is ruined by the drugged-up, swirling guitars of "Tangerine Leaves," "For the Honesty," and "Noose of Trust." Steve Hindalong's vacuum-packed production sucks the life out of the proceedings, adding to the prevailing sense of stagnancy. The band occasionally finds their feet: "Oh Well" is a Morrissey-esque acoustic ballad and "Pain of the Next" recalls the airy, jangly pop of the band's debut. But the bulk of Fall on Your World is the very definition of sophomore slump: self-serious, plodding, and distressingly bereft of ideas.
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AllMusic Review by J. Edward Keyes