I’m going to abandon decency and netiquette just for tonight. But this track is too goddamned good.
Without much further ado, this is big band disco from Italy. Again. Big. Band. Disco. From. Italy. But these five words are barely enough to encapsulate the sheer FUNKINESS of this joint. Go on. Have a sip.
This is a love letter and a thank-you note to Alison Goldfrapp and Will Gregory. The reason for this love letter and/or thank-you note is a fairly simple one. In fact it can be condensed to a few words, or roughly 25 seconds of sound; the bridge on their last single, Rocket. It’s a cliche bridge, nothing fancy, the beat drops momentarily, right after the chorus, and then Alison coos over the sparkling synths about how i’m never coming back again, oh no. Oh, no.
Antoni Maiovvi claims to be an italo master. I’m rather inclined to believe him. His album ‘Shadow Of The Bloodstained Kiss’ would make Moroder chew his own ear off. And then get on the dancefloor, earless and bloodied, and just go off.
Cowbells in space
01. Caribou – Odessa
02. The Off Key Hat – This Is Not…
03. The Miracles Club - A New Love
04. Chymera – Caprica Burning (Original Mix)
05. Lovelock – Pino Grigio
06. Majeure – Timespan
07. Florence & The Machine – Dog Days Are Over (Optimo Espacio Industrial House Remix)
08. The Oscillation – Respond In Silence
09. Trans AM - 4,738 Regrets
10. Neu! – Hero
Yeah, it’s true that there’s not much about this band that sounds or looks original. But fuck originality, this is a big, big, BIG song. They don’t make chorus sections like this anymore, do they?
I first listened to the new Yeasayer album without paying too much attention and that was a big mistake. Yeasayer’s sound is a lot of things, but sonic carpet for doing housework it ain’t. There’s too much action, flourishes of color, basslines dropping in and out, electronics popping up, so you’d better pay attention to this shit. Almost always the foundation of their songs is a basic, evocative melody, but they dress it up with beats from the 3rd world, choruses from the middle of nowhere and chanting from the edge of the night and it almost always ends up being something else entirely.
But where ‘All Hour Cymbals’, excellent as it was, it was also sometimes guilty of self-conscious experimentalism, their new lp, called ‘Odd Blood’ is more comfortable in itself. Like the chorus from first single ‘Ambling Alp‘ goes, ‘You must stick up for yourself son/ Never mind what anybody else done’. So, the end product is tip-toeing between experimentation and aural trickery, and absolutely, jaw-droppingly beautiful pop moments like the bridge of ‘Madder Red’, or the chirpy 8-bit-esque rhythm section of ‘O.N.E.’ I’m finding it really hard to choose one of the ten tracks as a highlight, but right now, it must be ‘Rome’, a manic piece of nonsense prose sung over a locomotion of bass and faux steel drums.
Their myspace headline reads ‘Enya With Bounce’, a mental image bound to cause hysterical fits of giggling but in a very tongue-in-cheek way, it actually encapsulates their current state of mind. Spiritual music for your booty.
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