Take care, take care, take care by Explosions in the sky
Am I the only one that finds it difficult to sit down and listen to an hour of instrumental guitar music in one sitting? And thats not to bash this album or Explosions in the Sky in general. As far as lengthy instrumental guitar music goes, this is pretty damn good. I just always feel like I’m waiting for something that never arrives. Anyways, this album is basically the same thing Explosions in the Sky has done throughout their career. It’s well composed ‘post-rock’ that does a really great job of conveying intense emotions. It’s the type of music that is easy to make up a story for. Probably the most ‘cinematic’ album that I’ve listened to this year. Not surprising considering how stellar the band’s work was on the “Friday Night Lights” soundtrack years ago. In short though, unless I’m making a movie or feeling really emotionally scattered I’m not sure when I’m gonna listen to this again.
A collection of music this ‘sweet’ and ‘kewt’ just shouldn’t have the right to be any good, but for some reason I completely diggin’ this one. Maybe it’s just because it’s spring and the weather is warming up and I’m in a particularly good and unsnarky mood these days. Maybe, it’s because Acid House Kings harvest a nice collection of retro influences to keep it classy. Maybe though, it’s just that these guys know how to effing play pop music. The whole thing is really a clinic in all things sugary sweet. “Would You Say Stop?” is the type of track that will have just about anyone boppin around innocently in no time. Then there is “(I’m in) a Chorus Line” which is an absurdly catchy song that has the instrumental feel of a particularly bouncy Jens Lekman tune. Overall you might get the musical equivelant to a cavity, but it’s probably really worth it.
Feelin’ like this album made me question why I like the music I like and hate the music I hate. In general I would have to say that I really liked most of “Body Talk”. It’s “feel good” music, in its own French Electro-pop type of way. It’s almost shocking that Robyn isn’t on every mainstream radio station. This is what what I find kind of disturbing. Can’t help but wonder if Robyn was on pop radio, would I have embraced “Body Talk” in the same way that I have? Might have just had knee-jerk disdain for mainstream pop music and never taken the album seriously. Kind of a shame.
“Dancing On My Own” is without a doubt the star of the album. It’s a melancholic synthy dance anthem. The type of thing that could be featured after a break-up in “Bridget Jones’ Diary”. You know, the scene where she gets tipsy off boxed wine and sings into hair brush or wooden spoon, or just decides to go out dancing with the girls! Really empowering stuff. Anyway, it works, and I listen to it frequently. Makes me want a daiquiri.
The first verse in “Cry When You Get Older” starts with a brief dip and the line: “Hold up a second, I got something on my dirty mind”. Robyn knows how to lure you into a song for sure. But let’s be real, this song could very well be Katy Perry. The track “Dancehall Queen” has a cool, reggae vibe and seems strongly influenced by late 90’s “No Doubt”. Could be worse influences I guess.
The most troubling track on the album is “Fembot” the chorus is catchy and stoopid, and the song is sung in that type of female-pseudo-rap style, that’s really reminiscent of well… Ke$ha. I feel like this song is where I draw the line. I refuse to admit that this is really “good” music. No matter who sings it.
“Puberty” is apparently a side project of some of the members of some group that I have never heard of called “Intelligence”. “Parties” is a light hearted little number that appears to be about young love and getting ‘fucked up’.