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Foals - Antidotes
| Drownedinsound | | You have to rewind the best part of a year to find the root of the expansive bubble of anticipation that’s bloated about the five small-framed individuals that comprise Oxford’s Foals. All the way back to South By Southwest, when a series of sets left Brits Abroad spinning dizzy with delight between bottles of Lonestar and paper plates of barbequed pork. Forget the true origins of the band – the ‘Try This On Your Piano’ seven of 2006, the shows featuring founding member Andrew Mears (now focussing exclusively on Youthmovies), the slip-slide standalone successors of ‘Hummer’ and ‘Mathletics’ (if you miss them that much, buy the US import version of this) – for they have no place here, in 2008, on one of the year’s most ridiculously pre-release scrutinised debuts, Antidotes....full text |
| | Musicomh | With so much hype around Foals through the beginning of year 'most likely' lists, it seems strange to still be talking about the band's debut release. Having been dubbed as the emperor's new clothes, they have an awful lot to live up to on Antidotes - and in the most part they pull off an original first album.
For starters it is immediately clear that this is not your average 'indie dance' music, if it is indeed anything near that. No plodding rhythms and over-produced guitars here, no vocals that sound as if they've been processed through damp socks. No, this record contains sprightly, upfront rhythms, bright instrumentation and elastic bass lines....full text |
| | Uncut | Shoehorned by hype merchants into all the right places, over the past few months you're more likely to have read about Foals, or winced at their haircuts, than heard their wired, wiry music. If only it were possible to ignore the cheerleading, because the ideal way to approach Antidotes would be to have no knowledge of the people who made it. Then you'd really be surprised.
Of no fixed style, this boyish, disciplined five-piece would appear to want to position themselves between Battles and Bloc Party – like Kele Okereke, frontman Yannis Philippakis is a yelper. Are Foals punching above their weight? Perhaps, but this formidable album proves they've already an appetite for invention and an aptitude for composition equal to those acts....full text |
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