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Review At times, these utopian Brooklynites remind me of the glee I first felt on living in America and discovering that all the old music my contemporaries had rejected as uncool was okay after all, and at other times, they remind me of the shock I felt on discovering that the Moody Blues had also been invited to the party (take the prog stylings here on 'No Need to Worry' for example). However, for the most part, Yeasayer do successfully bring off their eclectic combination of hippy space dub and anthemic indie-rock, and from the opening magical (or should that be madrigal?) boogies to the concluding tracks 'Wait for the Wintertime' and 'Worms / Waves', the album's powerful dynamics suggest someone has been taking notes from Arcade Fire. If at times the whole image seems more than a little manipulative, this is still an album that continues to beguile and enchant on repeated listens; let's hope, as the quote on the back cover puts it, that Yeasayer do help persuade the indie kids to get it together and outbreed the boring country Christians.
See you in 2080! --Tim Nelson
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This four-piece take a number of left turns, referencing some rich musical areas and eras. Roto-toms? Fretless bass runs? An unashamed love of Tears for Fears' Songs From the Big Chair-era bombast? Children's choirs? What the hell is going on here? On paper this is all so very wrong. However this is more than just a cleverly constructed pastiche, and we're not talking an ironic sideways look at the darkest corners of `80s rock history here, either. It's impossible not to break into a smile at the Lindsay Buckingham-like vocal phrasing. It's been a while since there's been a nod in the direction of Fleetwood Mac's Tango In The Night (if ever!) and its polished pop sheen. Indeed, the Mac's carefully crafted MOR pop is the first thing that springs to mind when popping this CD into the machine.
`2080', released earlier this year as a single, is perhaps the album's key track; it's as perfect a pop song as has been released this year. Exhibiting many of the aforementioned musical strains it does so in a celebratory manner, weaving a cyclical afro-beat guitar motif over a Toto-like tom-tom rhythm, peaking with a choir of kids chanting. Astonishing!
There's something within this album that's been missing recently in many releases: the `swing'. It's not so much a soulful shake of the hips, or a hackneyed clumsy toss of the funk; more a joyful recognition of what is possible musically, as Yeasayer seem to have dispensed with the handbook and decided it's a new day.
If we're currently playing out the end game of a static music scene still beholden to fake and fading indie stars from over five years ago and humouring the worst kind of bottom-feeding musical no-marks, then All Hours Cymbals is a well overdue shot in the arm. 2008 is potentially already theirs
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