Yeah, that was sort of the idea, to add the band members one by one (well, the P-Funk sidemen pretty much all come in together for whichever song's after "Found a Job," I don't remember offhand) so that they could build up the intensity. They also take care not to show the audience till the very end of the film so that they're not hectoring the viewer into enjoying the concert. Byrne and Demme put a fair deal of thought into this project. If you haven't seen the movie yet and are only going off the album, you should hurry up and track it down. I'm not sure why Talking Heads is twinned with LCD Soundsystem up there as though there's any sort of significant stylistic/conceptual link between the two, but that's okay.
I don't remember what you tend to like (is this the Muse dude or is that one of the other Britons?) and I didn't really read this thread above the last post, so I recommend Jens Lekman's
Night Falls Over Kortedala, something that anyone should appreciate on one level or another. In the event that you are indeed the Muse dude, you will appreciate the pleasantly overwrought arrangements on many of the songs, which fall along a sort of Scott Walker/2003-pres Belle & Sebastian continuum. The leadoff track is hard left, "I'm Leaving You Because I Don't Love You" is hard right, and the rest are in between (though maybe "Friday Night at the Drive-In Bingo" kind of goes off on a little tangent of its own), with all the smothering strings and brass you'll ever need. The highlight of the album is "A Postcard to Nina," possibly the finest addition to the canon of indie songs about lesbians since Weezer's "Pink Triangle," though I suppose that's not saying much. Jens is a Swede, so his singing has that weird affected sound of someone fighting like hell to mask his native Nordic tongue, you know, kind of like ABBA, but there's no song on here quite as perfect as an all-timer like "Dancing Queen." And that's fine, because there are still lots of really really really good songs on here, though, and each one has a chorus or a hook or a quirk or a little instrumental break or
some little musical moment that's so totally awesome and brilliant that you will love it to death or even wish it would never end (or at least be significantly protracted beyond its allotted 15 seconds or so). To wit,
opener: the big orchestral crescendo into and including the chorus
track 2: 3:14 to the end
track 3: the chorus
track 4: the chorus but shit really all of it
5: 2:14 to 2:35, 3:11 to the end
6: 2:27 to 2:45
7: all of it but especially the chorus
8: 2:43 to 3:12
9: just the whole coda
X: okay maybe this one's quirks are a little annoying. mulligan!
ll: the saxophone
12: the doo-wop vocalizations! It's almost like a trip-hoppy remix/cover of a
Freak Out! outtake. and coda, 2:53 to the end. Oh the brass.
But in spite of all that cherry-picking, the whole thing is pretty spectacular from wire to wire. This came out in 2007, a year in which I probably gobbled up about 30 to 40 new releases, but somehow I didn't discover this one until about two months ago. I'm not sure how this one eluded me for all these years while I devoted time to forgettables like Windmill and Immaculate Machine, or outright stinkeroos from experimental electronic bands nobody cares about (but if you remember my love for an album called
Blind Cave Salamander, that hasn't wavered). No matter; I've already listened to it enough to make up for years of lost time, and I'd probably go back and slot it at #2 for its year behind Wilco's
Sky Blue Sky, an album I'll dare to love in spite of many Wilco fans calling it "boring dad-rock." And so should you! Also, considering the gentle affable awkwardness of many of the songs, I am beginning to suspect that "Jens Lekman" is merely a
nom de plume for our Kinetic,
and thus we as Real TSMers have a mandate to support our scene. Link is provided, so no excuses for not being able to track it down. Also, I think I've doled out enough praise to enough artists in this post that I should be able to stave off the stupid meme about me hating everything, if only until my next post.