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This week: Dodos’ "Visiter"
Rating: 8.5
On Visiter, Dodos guitarist Meric Long alternates between fingerpicking and breakneck strumming while playing in confounding alternate tunings. Logan Kroeber's clattering, locomotive percussion (which includes shoes outfitted with tambourines) is every bit a lead instrument as Long's guitar, and a big reason the band's music has garnered comparisons to the less abstract moments of Animal Collective and the output of other new-primitivist bands like High Places and Yeasayer.
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This week: Fuck Buttons’ “Street Horrrsing”
Rating: 8.6
Floating around the internet last fall before emerging on a 7" in November, Fuck Buttons' ‘Bright Tomorrow’ proved surprisingly resilient. The duo's blunt repetition of simple elements– metronomic drum-machine, chugging synth, blissful keyboard, and distorted screams– seems like a formula for tedium. But the song somehow gets stronger with each replay. For a noise group, Fuck Buttons are surprisingly welcoming– for noise music, anyway– and their mix of dreamy melody and abrasive climax evokes strange stylistic bedfellows: Yo La Tengo and Ministry, My Bloody Valentine and Prurient, Spacemen 3 and Black Dice.
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This week: The Ruby Suns’ Sea Lion
Rating: 8.3
The cover art for the Ruby Suns' sophomore disc, Sea Lion, is a fitting allegory for head Sun Ryan McPhun: A boy on an island takes pains to try to costume himself, tangling himself in lights and string, and wearing a feather in his hair and a crown on his head. McPhun's work as the Ruby Suns functions in much the same way: Stationed on New Zealand's North Island, the California native dresses his work in global music, nibbling at the edges of unfamiliar sounds but, ultimately, skillfully creating sunny psych-pop.
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This week: Fleet Foxes’ “Sun Giant” EP.
Rating: 8.7
The opening track on Fleet Foxes' debut EP is the perfect introduction to this Seattle band, whose carefully fashioned songs reward more active listening than your typical indie-roots outfit. ‘Sun Giant’ begins with their soft harmonies reverberating in what sounds like a cathedral space. With no accompaniment, their sustained a cappella notes fade slowly, adding gravity to this hymn of contentment: ‘What a life I lead in the summer/ What a life I lead in the spring.’ The only other instrument is Skyler Skjelset's mandolin, which enters late in the song playing a delicate theme as singer Robin Pecknold hums quietly.
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This week: Atlas Sounds’ “Let the Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel.”
Rating: 8.6
Bradford Cox spent the summer he was 16 in a children's hospital having multiple surgeries on his chest and back. His condition, Marfan syndrome, has proven difficult to separate from his music. … Cox plays and sings in Atlanta five-piece Deerhunter, but it's tempting to say he actually lives as Atlas Sound…Deerhunter's Cryptograms and Fluorescent Grey EP expertly brought together elements of krautrock, psych, shoegaze, ambient, post-punk, and indie rock, but Atlas Sound's full-length debut turns inward from that band's high-volume squall. Cox also trades the four-track of previous Atlas Sound vinyl splits for a laptop. The result is a gauzy bedroom pop album that drifts from ambient bliss-outs to sadsack avant-garage, from hospitals to heartache, as if passing through different stages of sleep on a sunny afternoon.
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This week: Vampire Weekend’s self-titled album.
Rating: 8.8
If there's anything the happy New York kids in this band have learned from listening to African music, it's the difference between ‘pop’ and ‘rock’: Vampire Weekend's debut album announces straight off that it's the former. The first sound on the first song, ‘Mansard Roof,’ comes from Rostam Batmanglij's keyboard, set to a perky, almost piping tone– the kind of sunny sound you'd hear in old west-African pop…And yet they play it all like indie kids on a college lawn, because they're not hung up on Africa in the least– a lot of these songs work more like those on the Strokes' debut, Is This It?, if you scraped off all the scuzzy rock'n'roll signifiers, leaving behind nothing but clean-cut pop and preppy new wave, tucked-in shirts and English-lit courses…
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