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PAPER AIRPLANES - Boyhood
| CokeMachineGlow | | And here I thought the days of exuberant indie-rock were over. Forget Wolf Parade (too stunted by that production) or The Arcade Fire (too self-consciously angst-ridden) – the early part of the new millennium was a gold mine for quirky, lo-fi indie bands, with The Shins’ Oh, Inverted World and Grandaddy’s The Sophtware Slump leading the charge. Then The Shins cleaned up their act, Grandaddy threw out their high-concept sci-fi, and The Flaming Lips followed up a five-star life-destroying work of studio splendor with an unambitious stinker about pink robots. Beulah made an album about break-ups and broke up. ...full text |
| | Treble | | When it's of a mind to, indie rock at its indiest can get me all a-glimmer with old-time carnival image. When some raggedy-ass hornswaggling four-piece breaks out the autoharps and starts swinging low, sweet chariot, with the mid-tempo antiquity, all I can think of is Geek Love and boys with flippers instead of arms. It's the impression that I get, nothing more nothing less, and maybe it's similar to Mae West going to an Alice Cooper show and understanding it immediately as letter-perfect vaudeville....full text |
| | PitchFork | | Boyhood, the debut from Wichita, Kansas collective Paper Airplanes, is a set of densely imagined remembrances of youth from the distant vantage point of adulthood. The band has no shortage of dramatic ambition on its debut album-- originally released to little notice in 2005-- and leaves no section of the unconscious unmined as its multiple narrators struggle to understand the fallibility of memory and the complicated pathways of personal history. The first line of "Julius" encapsulates the album's central narrative struggle: "From the start, I've lacked narration."...full text |
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