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VAMPIRE WEEKEND
Modern Vampires of the City
(XL Recordings)
"Obvious Bicycle"
"Unbelievers"
Not to get all "Losing My Edge" on you, but I've been a fan of this band since they were actual college kids playing shitty Manhattan clubs and parties for 20 of their friends, and having watched their ascent from then until now, I think it's fair to say that Vampire Weekend have crossed the line of "annoying pop pretense" more than once on their meteoric rise. Any artist with a strong point of view (and that group includes, amongst many others, every truly Great Band ever) is bound to push a few buttons now and then, and if "preppie cool" is your particular jumping off point -- well, do we even need to discuss how the politics of privilege make for some pretty lame fucking sing-alongs? Yet Vampire Weekend have always been far more complicated than their yearbook photos might suggest, and with Modern Vampires of the City, they have created a thoughtful, thought-provoking, sad and beautiful album that is clearly their best, and shows a group on the verge of something more than summer on the Cape -- it's a band on the verge of life.
Musically, these four great players have finally and fully made something new from their batch of influences, incorporating everything from Afro-pop to Paul Simon, from '60s pop to indie DIY attitude, from ska to hip-hop to top-40 R&B into their taut pop songs, yet sounding only like Vampire Weekend. Recording for the first time with an outside producer, Ariel Rechtshaid (who has produced hits for Usher, Charli XCX, Major Lazer and Plain White Ts, as well as more indie stuff like Cass McCombs), this is a studio creation in the best sense of the word, with Ezra Koenig and Rostam Batmanglij letting their freak flags fly on late nights in Batmanglij's DUMBO loft studio, presumably looking at the city skyline over the top of the rumbling Manhattan Bridge, layering harpsichord, piano, organ and guitar alongside stuttering programmed rhythms and soulful tom-tom, warped keyboard tones, and pitch-shifted vocal treatments. And lyrically, it's Koenig at his most human and direct, struggling for connections and meaning as he tiptoes towards "adulthood," and whatever that means. The rich boy references are still proudly in our faces, with chats with the gardener or the DJ, and spotlights on our beloved Manhattan being the spiritual center of this record, along with other milquetoast moneyed spots like Santa Barbara and Tarrytown. But these are not really rich boy problems that Koenig sings of, and he also obliquely or overtly name-drops a pretty deep and diverse set of influences -- a few of the musical ones include Ras Michael, Souls of Mischief, Modest Mouse, RUN-D.M.C. and the Stones. I'm one of the oldest fans this band has, been with them from way back, and I've also been pretty skeptical of them at times, yet I can say without hesitation that this is a great, maybe a classic album, from one of the more important NYC groups around. [JM] |
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