OF MONTREAL- The Sunlandic Twins
This is Of Montreal's seventh album, released through the wonderful
Track and Field, so, for God's sake, if you haven't bought something
by them by now, go out and do so right away. Because they are fabulous,
that's why. Essentially sunny electro joy, but much better, think cute
and hopelessly sixties harmonies brought straight into the 21st century
with a definite disco bump on the hips. The twanging guitar of The Kinks
back the vocalist from Marcy Playground doing the occasional impression
of Belle and Sebastian but with the biggest and shiniest glitterball
all their own livening up proceedings, as track after track of short
but sweet pop perfection have you kicking your legs in the air and dancing
like a twat.
They obviously don't care about things like this in Montreal. Yes, it
sure must be a lot of fun there. And it is bands like this that make
me deliriously happy. Because simple songs, which would have been part
of the Teen-C revolution about ten years, hold so much infectious energy
and groovy bass-lines you just have to celebrate it, whether you be
a cool kid or the aforementioned dancing twat. For this reason, they
call a record like this an electro-opera. I say it is plainly must-have
material. From the kooky "Forecasted Fascist Future" and "The
Party's Crashing Us" to the delicate sadness of "I was a landscape
in your dream" and stripped down bliss of "Reprobate Immortals",
it is official. Of Montreal should take over the world. And bring back
Bis while you're at it.
Anna C.
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