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Geographer, Myth
Modern Art/Warner Records, Feb. 28

By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



Overdosing on Modest Mouse, Broken Social Scene and the Justice era of techno could easily cause a band to do something like this, an album that’ll be in your face everywhere for the proverbial 15 minutes or so. Like Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr., it’s bleeding-edge hip as far as this week, spewed forth by some hip-o-matic machine sitting in the basement of the Warner Bros. building. After one listen, which was really all I could handle, it appears a crazy patchwork job of just the right sounds, asphalt-’70s snare beats, goofy-ass Tortoise keyboards, crap like that, over which sit vocals that alternate between Talking Heads and Snow Patrol. Cello holds down the low end, probably just so that the guys can walk around saying they’ve got a cellist instead of a bass player, as it doesn’t evolve the sound much, which wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if the songwriting didn’t make it seem like they listened to some old Bread albums, decided they couldn’t compete with them, and then simply punted away the ball with some hacky Berklee theory (two of them went to school there). It’s not awful, OK, and it can be tastefully spacey, but the buzz about this made me expect something that’d make people forget Vampire Weekend and/or Elbow, which it won’t. They’ll be at Brighton Music Hall in Boston on March 24. B- —Eric W. Saeger






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