7.04.2008

Air: Pocket Symphony

The scenester pretentiousness of Air's early albums has been replaced with something a bit quieter and a bit warmer, and that's a huge step in a very good direction. The problem is, there's still no depth to either the music or the words. While their older albums, like Moon Safari, always reminded me of the self-important jackasses who frequent trendy parties, Pocket Symphony reminds me of being stuck listening to the shallow confessions of the same jackasses after the parties had faded into the light of day.

Music: 1 EPFL library cards out of a possible 5
At its best, the music is reminiscent of cheesy synthpop ballads by mopey guys with silly hair; at its worst, it's like melodramatic new age compositions by overwrought men with silly moustaches. The lyrics possess the depth and wisdom of a hungover hipster who is filled with half-formed regrets. When Air actually tackles a pop song, it's like hearing a dumber version of James Taylor or Dan Fogelberg. Even guest spots by Jarvis Cocker (Pulp), Neil Hannon (The Divine Comedy), and Tony Allen (Fela Kuti, The Good The Bad The Queen) can't breathe life into this dud.

Packaging: 3.5 EPFL library cards out of a possible 5
The idea of having translucent action figures created of JB Dunckel and Nicolas Godin was pretty cool, and it's worth reading the write-up on the cover art at Sleevage. With that said, the fact that the band is represented as a couple of clear plastic toys is remarkably appropriate.

Listen if you like: Soft rock of the '70s mixed with soft new age of the '80s.

If it were food, it'd be: white bread with margarine.

2 comments:

The Mad Hatter said...

You know what's funny, Chuck? And what I'm about to say is probably a testament to it sheer inventiveness, but -- 96% of the time I have never heard the album you are reviewing, and yet, I unequivocally base my uninformed opinion on what food you say it is, and not so much anything else. White bread with margarine? Fucking yuck; it's brilliant.

taotechuck said...

Thanks for what I'll take as a hella good compliment, Hatter. I only wish I knew as much about food as I know about music. Frankly, when it comes to eats, I'm pretty simple: nachos good, burritos better.

And white bread with margarine? Uh, not so much, thanks.