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Nine Types of Light
It took me quite a while to get into this
band. Despite having almost too much indie and critical cred,
their oddball world music filled pinata drove me away like a
later day Beck album. They just seemed
too bohemian for me, too intellectual and scarf and vest-laden.
I'm more of a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy than I am tweed
and loafers, which led me down the professional road -- and to blow them off as a trend to skip. It turns out that
walking through the city listening to them in headphones changes
your whole perspective. My appreciation built, and today I consider
myself not an ardent fan, but certainly an admirer. This, their
fourth album, would seriously have to take a poop to piss off
the critics after the hallelujah their last album, Dear
Science, unanimously received. This album, right off the
bat, feels a little more loose and chilled out. Not that the
others are filled with agro tirades, but this time around they
feel more in line with your typical hipster band than ever
before. Cool electronic sounds, fuzzed out noise, layered, falsetto
vocals and repetitive looping drumming over some melodies that
sound as if they could have been crafted in the 70s (see "Killer
Crane") make for a nice mashup of old and new. There are some
nice bits that remind me of the latest Menomena
album, though not quite as dark, and even some (and I know this
sounds weird) Peter Gabriel. This is a summer album, no doubt, and will make a wonderful addition to my seasonal playlist. |
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