Fresh Air Is Not The Worst Thing In Town
For all its undoubted charm, Indietronica can sometimes suffer from being a bit TOO polished, with key proponents like The Go Find, The Postal Service and The Notwist obsessively ironing out any imperfection, resulting in listeners often being caught craving a bit of the rough. Well feel dirty no more, for here come Like A Stuntman and they're not afraid to leave the house without shaving... Following on from their 'Reduce' 7", 'Fresh Air..." sees the Frankfurt quartet getting up to their elbows in an indie/electronic mess which, despite it's shambolic appearance, is lovingly tooled and full of delights. Opening with 'We're Not In Brazil', Like A Stuntman lurch forward with scuzzed up vocals and pristine beats, sounding just like Coxon led Blur, a coherent Mouldy Peaches or The Notwist, whilst actually sounding unlike any of them. This teleprinter familiarity continues on 'Park The Trailer In The Park' where lumpy and ill-fitting post-electronica (?) shambles along only to reveal a blinding pop sensibility in the bombastic chorus, a trick they repeat on the alt.college, falsetto bedecked 'Let's Talk About Horses' (whilst this time sounding a bit like The Smashing Pumpkins' '1979'). Ooh-eer. Elsewhere they dabble in a bit of Mogwai alchemy, transforming the Scot-rockers' sound into a Twisted Nerve horn baiter on 'I Was Shocked and You Were Shocked', indulge in silly named genres for the clockworktronica/Beck mash-up of 'Making Competitions Out of Everything', before closing with the Malkmus/Wheat fragility of 'All Your Magazines'. That'll do.
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For all its undoubted charm, Indietronica can sometimes suffer from being a bit TOO polished, with key proponents like The Go Find, The Postal Service and The Notwist obsessively ironing out any imperfection, resulting in listeners often being caught craving a bit of the rough. Well feel dirty no more, for here come Like A Stuntman and they're not afraid to leave the house without shaving... Following on from their 'Reduce' 7", 'Fresh Air..." sees the Frankfurt quartet getting up to their elbows in an indie/electronic mess which, despite it's shambolic appearance, is lovingly tooled and full of delights. Opening with 'We're Not In Brazil', Like A Stuntman lurch forward with scuzzed up vocals and pristine beats, sounding just like Coxon led Blur, a coherent Mouldy Peaches or The Notwist, whilst actually sounding unlike any of them. This teleprinter familiarity continues on 'Park The Trailer In The Park' where lumpy and ill-fitting post-electronica (?) shambles along only to reveal a blinding pop sensibility in the bombastic chorus, a trick they repeat on the alt.college, falsetto bedecked 'Let's Talk About Horses' (whilst this time sounding a bit like The Smashing Pumpkins' '1979'). Ooh-eer. Elsewhere they dabble in a bit of Mogwai alchemy, transforming the Scot-rockers' sound into a Twisted Nerve horn baiter on 'I Was Shocked and You Were Shocked', indulge in silly named genres for the clockworktronica/Beck mash-up of 'Making Competitions Out of Everything', before closing with the Malkmus/Wheat fragility of 'All Your Magazines'. That'll do.
For all its undoubted charm, Indietronica can sometimes suffer from being a bit TOO polished, with key proponents like The Go Find, The Postal Service and The Notwist obsessively ironing out any imperfection, resulting in listeners often being caught craving a bit of the rough. Well feel dirty no more, for here come Like A Stuntman and they're not afraid to leave the house without shaving... Following on from their 'Reduce' 7", 'Fresh Air..." sees the Frankfurt quartet getting up to their elbows in an indie/electronic mess which, despite it's shambolic appearance, is lovingly tooled and full of delights. Opening with 'We're Not In Brazil', Like A Stuntman lurch forward with scuzzed up vocals and pristine beats, sounding just like Coxon led Blur, a coherent Mouldy Peaches or The Notwist, whilst actually sounding unlike any of them. This teleprinter familiarity continues on 'Park The Trailer In The Park' where lumpy and ill-fitting post-electronica (?) shambles along only to reveal a blinding pop sensibility in the bombastic chorus, a trick they repeat on the alt.college, falsetto bedecked 'Let's Talk About Horses' (whilst this time sounding a bit like The Smashing Pumpkins' '1979'). Ooh-eer. Elsewhere they dabble in a bit of Mogwai alchemy, transforming the Scot-rockers' sound into a Twisted Nerve horn baiter on 'I Was Shocked and You Were Shocked', indulge in silly named genres for the clockworktronica/Beck mash-up of 'Making Competitions Out of Everything', before closing with the Malkmus/Wheat fragility of 'All Your Magazines'. That'll do.