Air lacks substance
Before diving into Air's latest album, Pocket Symphony, I should disclose a bit about my aesthetic biases. I tend to prize emotional release over technique -- or, more precisely, I prize music's ability to trigger a raw cathartic reaction rather than such intellectual bases as complexity or musicianship. Thus, I will always value hooks and big choruses over texture or sophistication -- I will, for example, always favor the early Beatles, to which I'll sing along, over their mature late-career work.










