Posts Tagged ‘odd blood’

New Video from Yeasayer: They’ve Done Weirder

August 17, 2010

It seems that in the several months since the release of Odd Blood [read the review here], Yeasayer have taken a half-step toward reality. That is not to say that the band's marketing and imaging isn't still very strange, but compare this video to that for "Ambling Amp" and you, as the viewer, will feel as though you are experiencing something from the realm of Earth rather than, I don't know, Middle Earth?

Regardless, it's a terrific song and certainly an entertaining video.

Official video for Yeasayer’s “Madder Red”

Official video for Yeasayer’s “Ambling Alp”


Album Review: Yeasayer’s “Odd Blood”

February 23, 2010

NOTE: To my readers, sorry it’s taken me so long to put up a new post, I tripped on the stairs at Buffalo Exchange and have been out of commission ever since. But I’m back now, and have a bunch of albums to review, so keep checking in. Now, for the review of Yeasayer’s “Odd Blood…”

I admit, I was late getting into the Yeasayer game. I first heard them a couple months ago when they released the single off the new album. Ready for another admission? I was ready to hate it, especially after the opening instrumental. Immediately rubbed me as something trying too hard, something over-synthesized and forced. I gave it a shot and made it to the hook before hitting the “x” atop the Pitchfork tab in Safari. And, wouldn’t you know it, I was hooked. Pun intended. (Is that really a pun?)

If I wasn’t completely sold after the chorus, then I was after the Max Schmeling reference in the second verse – and bought and sold after the head-voice bridge.

So, when it came time to listen to the entire album, I was so impressed by the single that I decided that rather than stream it in piece for free, I’d just spend the $10 on iTunes. Good choice.

Yeasayer's Odd Blood

Anyone who reads this blog knows that I don’t like comparison and I don’t like going through an album track-by-track. But, I can’t resist saying that the opening track, “The Children,” immediately struck me as a song Bowie would have recorded when he just stopped giving a shit and was more interested in making a racket than writing a song. (I’m eluding to the Lodger-era, and know that I’m as big a Bowie fan as there is.) It was very refreshing, though, and rather brave, to start an album off in such a way. Keating’s voice is a perfectly-poppy combination of masculine and feminine, even if he does occasionally slip into a bit of a Rick Roll-esque register.

I can’t decide whether this is a gay dance collection, an 80’s pop/synth revival, or an ambient-prog album, but one this that’s for sure is that it’s fucking great. It will infect you with a similar illness as Lady Gaga: you try not to fight it, but it’s getting under your skin and you’re going to like it. Now, the real test comes when I go an see them live. I have no fear that they’ll deliver just what was on the record, but I fear that a) the crowd may creep me out, and b) they just might not have a performance, but a DJ-set. Either way, this is one impressed dirty hipster. Kudos, Yeasayer, you’ve made a really good album. -DFH