07 Jun 10
If ever their was a case for not judging a book (or indeed album) by its cover, it’s Beach Fossils self titled debut. Far from watching paint dry, long into flaking and peeling days, the 11 tracks adorning this band of (surprise surprise…) Brooklynites first effort, captivate from start to finish, cultivating a fresh take on the already wearily saturated Beach Boy’s twang of the 50’s.
Music is in the midst of an tumultuous reinvention, with the 80’s and its increasingly grating synth poppery, fighting a painful (and long overdue…) death…for a second time. In its wake stalks a generation of back to basics garage rock-ophiles, thankfully more preoccupied with atmospherics, melody and music, as opposed to image and quirks.
Unfortunately mainstream artists such as Kate Nash and her faux riot grrrl reinvention, and aggressively flash in the pan anglophiles The Drums (more like THE DUMBS amirite? huuur) are garnering much of the attention, but their time in the limelight is numbered. The underground is on the rise.
The album in a sense is a complete mis-mash of sounds, melding the care free optimistic, melody heavy riff’s of The Beach Boys, with the sparse alienated reverb of Joy Division. As is the standard with such bands, the retro sound largely comes from the expensively cheap production, which more than often screams ”WE’RE LO-FI, HONEST!”. Largely this album manages to avoid such cliche’s, but in places it becomes contrived, with the dull squeal of feedback, becoming a little too obvious, and attention grabbing.
Free from the conventions of verse, chorus, verse, chorus, it plays almost like one continuous stream of thought, meaning its best appreciated when listened to as a whole, with Daydream emerging as the only obvious single.
The sound of the summer is here. Thankfully, and most of all most interestingly, expect it to be anything than just simply happy.