SPOON
Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga / Merge

It’s not everyday you get to review the sixth full-length release from an indie rock band. Putting out six albums is usually reserved for guys like the Rolling Stones or Bruce Springsteen—legends—whereas most indie rockers are usually checking into rehab or singing up for the night shift at McD’s somewhere between the second and the fourth.

That said, this is Spoon’s sixth album. No small feat.

I guess we shouldn’t be surprised then that Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga is shockingly good. To stick around this long, you’ve got to have more than just talent. This heavily melodic and tuneful album pulls off the envious trick of being intricately detailed, yet surprisingly lean. Running just 36 minutes, Spoon obviously understands that we live in a digital age where you can no longer get away with releasing filler. There are no mistakes here. Every sound on every song is exactly where it should be, and is deployed with explosive accuracy.

That said, the album is still very much “indie” in the sense that it was recorded with a casual rawness throughout. The margins between tracks are hazy at best with studio chatter running far into the songs, as if the band wasn’t really sure which mics were recording. Enjoyably surprising listening.
The album’s unusual title stems from a jarring, repetitive piano on the most singular song on the record, and surely the one it will be remembered best for: “The Ghost of You Lingers.” Like the lost lover to which Britt Daniel whispers desperate pleas on that track, this album will surely haunt the listener like a glorious dream awoken from at the sound of the alarm.






BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB
Baby 81 / RCA

BRMC founded their reputation on creating the kind of amped up psychedelic blues that few have since communicated as effectively. After incessant touring supporting the release of their second album, Take Them On, On Your Own, the band fractured as the result of hard touring and hard drug use, prompting drummer Nick Jago to walk out. Their third album, Howl, was therefore semi-acoustic, created primarily by remaining members Robert Levon Been and Peter Hayes exploring a tripped out version of Americana. Jago did eventually return, though, and the result of their combined efforts on Baby 81 sees the boys picking up right where Take Them On… left off.

The material on this record is largely composed of variations on well tread themes of loneliness, alienation, and empty promises of revolution. Nevertheless, they pull it off with such roguish sex appeal and panache, the listener can’t help but want to join in. Harley Davidson guitars rev hard and fast on the first single, “Weapon of Choice” setting the stage for a loud, blown out series of rock rampages that sound like Oasis covering Jesus and Mary Chain. “All You Do is Talk” suddenly switches gears with a stirring ballad that opens with a pastiche of string and keyboard sounds so gorgeous, powerful, and elegiac, the track could be mistaken for a 21st century church hymn. Amen, lads, amen.