I've recognized a trend, kind of a bell curve with an outward dent on one side, with how I take in this new wave of "psych-folk" or whatever we're calling bearded Brooklyn buzz bands these days (sorry, Devendra via wikipedia, I don't think "New Weird America" ever took off), and Veckatimest appears like it'll follow form. I find the lead single or best song from the album, of which I am initially skeptical before letting down my defenses and fully embracing as a great song, generally listening to on repeat for quite a while. I finally get around to the rest of the album and I am unimpressed. I remain unimpressed as I move on to other stuff, but eventually I get back to it and finally enjoy it the whole way through. Soon, however, I realize I don't really like it as much as I thought I did, save for whatever that initial vanguard was, which I will continue to treasure. So it was with "Peacebone" on Strawberry Jam, "Save Your Love For Me" on Lion Land, "White Winter Hymnal" on the Fleet Foxes s/t, "Summertime Clothes" on Merriweather Post Pavilion, and yes, "Two Weeks" on Veckatimest. The song is in no way representative of the album. Not a lot of interesting things happen on here. I read reviews that called it "boring," which seemed like an odd way to describe anything, but that's pretty much what it is. It's boring, but not boring the way Weezer is boring (oh, another I-IV-V progression? you don't say!), or boring the way contemporary jazz is boring (who needs expressive solos when you can run scales?), or boring the way Stars of the Lid is boring (hours of ambient drones, but I like SotL). It's a more abstract sort, as in "I could've skipped the rest of this album and my life would be no better or worse for it." "Cheerleader" is almost okay. The last track is "Videotape" if songs could eschew bathing. The rest of it means nothing to me. If this is the album of the year so far, I hope it's gratuitously knocked from its perch like Gestahl getting pushed off the Floating Continent. (Did I say that?)
I'm starting to fear that I'm reaching a critical mass of music. I'll grab every jazz album I can find, and I'm always open to more of my beloved downtempo artsy electronic crap, but none of these new albums are doin' it for me, especially of the psychedelic indie folk variety. Like I said, I can probably take one song off each album and compile them into one kick-ass double album, but for the most part, I feel like look, I know Pet Sounds and The Soft Bulletin by heart now, and the novelty is wearing thin. I don't know exactly what I'm asking for from my music, but I do know that every album from here on out with high-pitched keening over a bunch of vague sounds, described as having "meticulous arrangements" and "wide-eyed idealism," is another one too many.