McCall doesn't yell the statement so much as let it simmer through crystalline guitar lines, a feathery pace, and a sense of wistfulness that sounds indebted to the late 20th-century alternative and Britpop explosion. You can hear the influence of The Smiths, Radiohead, and The War On Drugs, yet something highly personal makes the song both familiar and necessary. There's a purposeful warmth to "Dream." Guitars chime rather than clash, and while McCall's voice is muted, it carries that raw ache. It's a song that doesn't scream for notice but commands it with repeated listens.
The production is spare but textured, each note in service of the message without overwhelming it. You'll get carried away by the melody and miss the actual statement on society, but that's the allure of The Crushed. Music greets you with a winning smile and slips a mickey into your value system. Steven McCall makes music with The Crushed but also documents thought with it. This is observation in motion. In "Dream," he alchemizes frustration into something meditative and melodic. It's a protest song for those who want a respite from the shouting, a prayer for downtrodden outsiders. If "Dream" indicates where The Crushed is going, we're in for a ride that fuses the soul of the alt-rock of old with the consciousness of today. It's a song that demands to be felt before it can be understood.
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