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Cymbals Eat Guitars, Lenses Alien
Barsuk Records, Aug. 30

08/25/11
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



Dropping in with the hipsters after a long unintended but probably beneficial head-clearing period, I find this Staten Island crew, whose debut album mainly rode Pavement’s coattails, which, as you may know, is the lazy man’s way to crank up the cred, sort of like walking into a kindergarten class and yelling “Boy, nothing like chocolate pudding, I always say!” Trouble with these guys is they’ve also got a talent for funk-chill, an ear for angsty hooks, a singer who can accurately karaoke Trail of Dead, and a gimmick (mad, mad bliss), so the whole Pavement thing was doomed from the start — these guys are too rock star for that. The first couple of tunes are blocky quilts of Manchester Orchestra and Modest Mouse, interrupted by irresistible Byrds choruses and random Warlocks shoegaze-guitar spray-washes, like they’re stopping for gas in the middle of a tornado, and from there it’s heavy psychedelic petting with radio without going all the way. Cure meets Clash in “Keep Me Waiting,” in case you’re not sold yet. A —Eric W. Saeger






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