If you were hoping to go from Planes Mistaken For Stars' first record to Knife In The Marathon without turbulence, think again. This album is filled with teeth-gritting feeling. Screamo-core at it's finest...angry, harsh and growling. Layer upon layer of intricate melody that showers down at every turn. Five intense new songs plus an Unbroken cover. "Emotive rock is what Planes Mistaken For Stars has to offer...and they do it well" says Heartattack. (DER-383)
"Flat out, Planes rules. These guys are one of my current favorite bands. When I got their first EP, I was honestly blown away. PMFS play dynamic, emotional hardcore with two singers who alternately scream, sing and whisper great lyrics. Combine the melody of Samiam, the rock of Hot Water Music and the range of Grade. If those other bands were small tools, PMFS would be like a Swiss Army knife, joining them all into a concise, perfect unit. I hate to use so many references, because I think PMFS really stand out. They're awesome live too." - Punk Planet
"Knife in the Marathon is filled with what I would call aggressive emo. They rock out and scream and sing while weaving melodies and writing songs that are both catchy and memorable, but they don't wimp out." - Heartattack
"Churning, badass, screamo-core from Denver's Planes Mistaken For Stars. To me they're still what half of Texas is the Reason would sound like with half of Hot Water Music all doused in gasoline and set on fire. This is tortured, frantic (sometimes insanely so) post-hardcore with shimmering melodies delivered with gut-wrenching emotion, which is then all mixed down so well that you can actually distinguish everything from everything else. The feeling of Knife in the Marathon will stay with you long after it's over. " - Space City Rock
"Planes Mistaken for Stars packs as much chaos as they can into all twenty minutes of Knife In The Marathon, and spare no expense in letting you feel their anger at whatever it is they're screaming about. And oh, do they scream...it's amazing these guys have any guts left in their bodies, considering the ferocity with which they shriek. Maybe their guts really do spurt out of their mouths in bloody messes during shows as part of the act; I wouldn't be at all surprised. Impressed, but not surprised. Speaking of impressed, the lyrics, though completely indiscernible in the context of the songs in which they assumedly appear, feature nice imagery and alliteration ("I stood on your steps and watched the blue filter through your blinds. And I traced lines backwards begging to before bottles spun us".) Planes Mistaken for Scalding Red Fireballs of Armageddon might be a more apt name." - RocketFuel
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released 25 January 2000