We’ve heard the “Bland Of Horses” tag online and you know what? Shove it. Band Of Horses is one of the best acts to surface in the past five years. If gorgeous pastoral rock isn’t your thing, we get it. You’re missing out, but we get it. Doesn’t make this band any less talented. We’re kind of taken aback that their third record, Infinite Arms, has gotten such middling reviews because, from where we sit, it represents an expansion of their heretofore well-received sound. Admittedly, it’s a little dad-rockish at times but that doesn’t detract from Band Of Horses taking the winning combo of singer/guitarist Ben Bridwell’s golden voice plus waves of reverb (that resulted in no small measure of critical praise on both of their previous records) and opening it up even more so than in the past. Alternately relaxing and adrenaline pumping, Infinite Arms stands toe to toe with the band’s best work. Haters gonna hate, but this is one of 2010’s best records halfway through the year.
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