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Uncut, March 2010
Terrific tripped-out pop from Denmark. If Animal Collective can be credited with updating the Mercury Rev/Flaming Lips cosmic-pop template, then Oh No Ono blast it into the stratosphere on a rocket of precocious talent. Such is the mind-warping nature of the Danish quintet's psychotropic vision that they make Jonathan Donahue and co sound like timorous minimalists. Here are miasmic, dizzyingly gorgeous songs built on the grandest and most romantic of scales (opener 'Eleanor Speaks' sources Pet Shop Boys, The Beatles, David Axelrod and The Ronettes; 'Icicles' weds Arthur Russell to Sparks), but steadied by the hand of hook-loving classicists. Bravo!
Artrocker, March 2010
ALBUM OF THE MONTH
A lot of people have been flapping their arms about the arrival of 3DTV recently, as if the event of the decade will be watching Huw Edwards trying to read the news with a straight face while his eyebrows do a multi-dimensional jig.
A lot of people have been flapping their arms about the arrival of 3DTV recently, as if the event of the decade will be watching Huw Edwards trying to read the news with a straight face while his eyebrows do a multi-dimensional jig.
Personally I'm holding out for the arrival of the 3D album, and nurse! I think we may have just found the right record to test this technology on. 'Eggs' is so full of mental fantasy sequences that a 3D version of it would surely feature luminous jellyfish performing an erotic striptease, while a mysterious girl massages your feet and God himself manicures your hands.
In other words, it's damn weird - and the fact that it was recorded over nine months in a place called the Isle of Mon makes it even weirder. I mean, who's even heard of the Isle of Mon?! (It's in Denmark - Geography Ed)
Opener 'Eleanor Speaks' kicks things off an Egyptian belly dance vibe, before 'Internet Warrior' goes all Tomb Raider on our asses, throwing thoughts of heroes, heroines, bat-infested caves and digital snogging to mind. Single 'Helplessly Young' spits out digital beats and a catchy wild west riff, while 'Eve' sounds like the finale to Les Miserables as interpreted by a hoard of ancient vampires.
If all this sounds a bit much, rest assured the songs are coated in a layer of MGMT-style sexual sweatiness, and that the band have pulled off their cinematic vision without sound like pompous twats. What's more, I'm reliably informed there are some subliminial images of a sexual nature in the artworkm which is always a thrill for bored and pathetic men such as... well, myself. (I haven't found them yet. Two hours. Two hours and still no success.)
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
Format:Audio CD
I first heard of Oh No Ono when they played at the Cultural Festival in Stockholm, Sweden, in August as one of many representatives from our neighbourhood country Denmark. They covered The Beatles "Tomorrow Never Knows" in a fantastic way. The day after I bought their album "Eggs" at Amazon. "Eggs" is a colorful, melodic, psychedelic journey with exciting sounds and moods. Sounds like a mix of The Beatles, The Beach Boys, Supertramp, XTC and The Dukes of Stratosphere. Oh No Ono brings back memories from the psychedelic years and adds a brand new touch of modern energy and technology. Altogether a great album!
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Oh No Ono - Eggs 8/10
4 Feb 2010
Format:Audio CD
Oh No Ono's first record to be released on U.S. soil is an album fraught with contrasts and the kind of opposites-attract mentality that so many "weird" pop bands, from Of Montreal to recent Animal Collective, have championed. It's a record that is at times incredibly easy to sing along to and at others is so undeniably odd that it's almost creepily off-putting. And like Oh No Ono themselves, Eggs is just a hard album to place in general. The band themselves, a Danish quintet who have been around since 2003, mix electro-pop with experimental noise and the occasional dollop of funk or gothic new-wave, all with a nasally singer who calls to mind MGMT or John Lennon on a vast variety of uppers and several hits of LSD.
Having never listened to Oh No Ono before, it's impossible for me to tell whether Eggs is a progression of their sound or something altogether new, but I can tell you this: Eggs might be the most bipolar record I've heard so far this year, at times crafting some of the purest, sugary melodies this side of Beach House and at others sounding so impeccably f***** up that it's difficult to determine whether they're entirely serious. The weirdly serious, almost threateningly long "Eve" and the synth stabs of the sinister "Icicles" are the most prominent of the latter, and when taken in comparison with the rest of the record, they stand out like sore thumbs. But then again, in the context of Oh No Ono's anything-goes mentality, I suppose it makes sense. And in the proud tradition of psychedelic pioneers like Syd Barrett and the Flaming Lips, Oh No Ono refuse to compromise on their strangeness.
From the Middle Eastern vibe of "Eleanor Speaks" to the majestic church bells on "Swim" to the nearly ten-minute long, grandiose freak-out of closer "Beelitz," Eggs throw everything and the kitchen sink into this amalgam of indie but steady it with the all-important hooks of some truly talented songwriters. Don't be mistaken; you'll never hear a song like "Swim" or the mellow flow of "The Wave Ballet" on alternative radio, but beneath all the layers of psychedelia and sonic textures are hooks and harmonies so pristine and effortlessly shiny that it's hard not to get stuck in your head.
Eggs should be a ridiculously confounding work, as layered and tremendously outsized with neon bells and tie-dyed whistles as it is, but once you get past the sometimes piercing nasal whine of singer Malthe Fischer and the intimidating array of instruments and influences, you'll discover some truly affecting pop gems: the sparkling radiance of "The Tea Party" (which initially reminded me of Zelda: Ocarina of Time . . . bizarre), the upbeat hop of "Mis Miss Moss," the lovesick chorus of "Helplessly Young." But most of all, you'll discover a band that isn't afraid to tear down the constraints of everyday, regular indie pop and inject a healthy dose of eccentricity into one of music's most timeworn and loved equations.
Having never listened to Oh No Ono before, it's impossible for me to tell whether Eggs is a progression of their sound or something altogether new, but I can tell you this: Eggs might be the most bipolar record I've heard so far this year, at times crafting some of the purest, sugary melodies this side of Beach House and at others sounding so impeccably f***** up that it's difficult to determine whether they're entirely serious. The weirdly serious, almost threateningly long "Eve" and the synth stabs of the sinister "Icicles" are the most prominent of the latter, and when taken in comparison with the rest of the record, they stand out like sore thumbs. But then again, in the context of Oh No Ono's anything-goes mentality, I suppose it makes sense. And in the proud tradition of psychedelic pioneers like Syd Barrett and the Flaming Lips, Oh No Ono refuse to compromise on their strangeness.
From the Middle Eastern vibe of "Eleanor Speaks" to the majestic church bells on "Swim" to the nearly ten-minute long, grandiose freak-out of closer "Beelitz," Eggs throw everything and the kitchen sink into this amalgam of indie but steady it with the all-important hooks of some truly talented songwriters. Don't be mistaken; you'll never hear a song like "Swim" or the mellow flow of "The Wave Ballet" on alternative radio, but beneath all the layers of psychedelia and sonic textures are hooks and harmonies so pristine and effortlessly shiny that it's hard not to get stuck in your head.
Eggs should be a ridiculously confounding work, as layered and tremendously outsized with neon bells and tie-dyed whistles as it is, but once you get past the sometimes piercing nasal whine of singer Malthe Fischer and the intimidating array of instruments and influences, you'll discover some truly affecting pop gems: the sparkling radiance of "The Tea Party" (which initially reminded me of Zelda: Ocarina of Time . . . bizarre), the upbeat hop of "Mis Miss Moss," the lovesick chorus of "Helplessly Young." But most of all, you'll discover a band that isn't afraid to tear down the constraints of everyday, regular indie pop and inject a healthy dose of eccentricity into one of music's most timeworn and loved equations.
Superlative Recording
29 Mar 2010
Format:Audio CD|Amazon Verified Purchase
Seriously good. Very Beach Boys/Beatles in the spirit of Animal Collective and/or Grizzly Bear. The stand-out track is "Internet Warrior" but all are worthy. Again, seriously good.
0 of 10 people found the following review helpful
Fresh!
13 Jan 2010
I've only listened to the samples so far... Unique, refreshing, lush, layered... It's on my wish list! Take a listen!!!!
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