Thursday, February 24, 2011

Album Review: Peter, Bjorn & John - Gimme Some

Frequently, I find myself being completely infatuated with a band based on their first (or another early) album, but am instantly turned off by any subsequent releases. This is because of a trend I notice that after a band’s debut album, any future albums have a tendency to go one of 2 ways:
1. Complete style 180, where the band reinvents their sound. Generally this occurs during the second or third album. Rarely are bands able to pull this off without sounding like they’re trying to hard, probably because they’re attempting to experiment with a genre they’re typically not as familiar with. One of the few examples of this working was Panic! at the Disco’s sophomore album “Pretty Odd” (although the first single from their new album, “The Ballad of Mona Lisa” sounds like an unreleased track from 2005’s “A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out”).
2. The second is the band sticking only to what they know. Although this seems like it would be a foolproof hit method, it often results in a collection of sounds that are redundant and mediocre at best. However, it’s arguably the best system for bands with extraordinarily unique sounds, definitely a contributing factor to the success of Vampire Weekend’s “Contra”. 
January 2011’s Peter, Bjorn & John album “Gimme Some” is a refreshing example of the latter trend. The swedish trio’s third album, “Writer’s Block” put them on the map with their indie pop anthem, Young Folks. Five years and three albums later, we’re reminded why everyone with access to an alternative radio station went around whistling PB&J. Tracks like Black Book, Second Chance, and (Don’t Let Them) Cool Off maintain the quintessential indie pop sound that PB&J have seemed to perfect with darker undertones than they’ve previously released. The upbeat sounds reminiscent of past PB&J are still found, however, with ironically pessimistically named tracks like Lies, Dig a Little Deeper and Down Like Me. One of my favorite features of this group is the diverse talent of all three members, who add vocals as well as a myriad of instruments throughout the album. I haven’t been able to differentiate between Peter, Bjorn and John’s voices, but one day aspire to reach that level of expertise. 
Similar Recommendations:
Fun, Phoenix, Matt & Kim

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Album Review: Tennis - Camp Dory

Nearing the end of their stint as undergrad philosophy students, husband and wife duo Alaina Moore and Patrick Riley decided to sell their belongings and set out on their own and sail the Eastern seaboard. "Camp Dory" lives up to its intended purpose as musical documentation of the couple's seven month trip in a way photos or postcards couldn't do justice. Track titles like Baltimore, South Carolina and Bimini Bay offer geographic pinpoints, adding to some of the best thematic usage I've ever seen in an album (among the ranks of teen angst in "The Suburbs", loving and losing in The Antlers' "Hospice" and the high school undertones of "Treats" by Sleigh Bells.) The simple yet elegant lyrics invite you to a world where the tide is your only enemy and your only worry is deciding between SPF 15 and 30. All of this makes me think that the winter release was a conscious decision to provide a mental vacation to those of us unfortunate enough to be in the Midwest. 


Favorite Tracks:
• Tales of high-tide-induced-near-death-experiences have never been so bubbly as they are in Marathon. The tale of misjudging the weather at Coconut Cove is told in this flawless pop ballad.
• I don't know how else to explain how intoxicatingly cheery and addicting Long Boat Pass is than by mentioning that I've had it on repeat since last Monday. If that's not enough to encourage you to set it on repeat for a couple hours, then Moore's fluctuating vocals and Beach Boy reminiscent guitar reps should do it.
• The title track, Camp Dory, is an fantastically effortless combination of beach-y sounds and nostalgic "oh oh oh"-ing that pretty much sums up Tennis' mission: to make you wish you were living as an extra in a 1960's surfing movie, monkeying your way to success. 


Similar Recommendations:
Little Joy, The Drums, Surfer Blood