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I’m From Barcelona, Forever Today
Mute Records, April 19

04/14/11
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



There’s only so much xylophone to which a human can be subjected, so although I’d thought IFB’s 2006 debut LP exhibited a bare modicum of hayloft-indie promise, the band’s 2008 album Who Killed Harry Houdini made me fling it out the car window, I think, unless that was the CD that I vigorously scraped with sandpaper so that its toxic xylophone-pocked wuss-rock could never again menace the environment. That takes us to now, with the Swedish band’s 29 members still toeing whatever line bandleader Emanuel Lundgren chalks down, in this case more of the same, but with thankfully little or no xylophone. It’s still kiddie rock at heart; recall that the band has on its résumé a spot on a Yo Gabba Gabba record (I bet Lundgren considers the Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack one of rock’s greatest achievements), but like I said, the xylophone is pretty much gone, leaving some pretty decent, easily digestible glee-club twee, of particular interest the infectious kickoff track “Charlie Parker,” its upbeat, rudimentary, ’80s-ish riff sounding, like the rest of the stuff, oddly small considering the size of the band. But that smallness continues to be this band’s greatest selling point — if you’ve ever tried to get 29 people on the same page at anything, you know the saw about herding cats. B

—Eric W. Saeger






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