We Knew It Was Not Going To Be Like This
So it’s a bit of a disappointment to hear the new record not just reeking of the planned dreariness that comes from so many stabs at trying to sound a bit like Kurt Vile by way of Yo La Tengo; worse than that – because that in and of itself would be no bad thing – this album actually sounds very tired. Quite forgettable too.
Pavement is an obvious touchstone this time around – and of course, speaking of VU/Sonic Youth-type influences there’s plenty, still, to link Surf City to aspects of the Flying Nun sound but it all just sounds too manicured; too obviously appropriated.
Whatever spark was there on Kudos, and I was sure I heard something, has been dulled; blunted.
And that’s a shame.
It’s in no way a terrible album, it’s very easy to work through, to leave playing, to not be bothered by. But then, are those positives?
The more I listen to this the more bored I am by it.
These guys are in the cool club though. Somehow. For whatever reason. So that’ll probably get them through; they’ll receive rave notices elsewhere for this nothing-special always-being-done/usually-being-done-better/more convincing brand of ever-so-slightly-skewed guitar-pop with (alleged) indie-rock pretensions.
But I can’t hear anything special here. And worse than that, to my ears whatever this band had – or almost had – is gone. There’s really nothing here I’m afraid. Boring. Dead-boring.