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Little Joy - Little Joy
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If you're feeling the need to let a bit more sunshine back into your life, then Californian trio Little Joy are here to fill the void left by the English 'summer'. Narrowing them down to Los Angeles, where their debut album was recorded, is only half the story - for this outfit have previous. Vocal duties are shared, with Binki Shapiro and Rodrigo Amarante (of Los Hermanos) also bringing a variety of twinkling instruments to the table. On drums is none other than Strokes stick man Fabrizio Moretti, his substantial job description including guitar, piano, bass and melodica....full text |
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| Rollingstone |
| Along with Albert Hammond Jr.'s restless solo career, Fabrizio Moretti's new band suggests that Strokes side projects are an astonishingly great idea. Named for an L.A. cocktail lounge and sounding like one, the trio are fronted by Rodrigo Amarante, a polyglot Brazilian rocker who comes off like a languid Julian Casablancas. Binki Shapiro is the group's Nico, adding delicate vocals and glockenspiel to the lullaby-ish "Don't Watch Me Dancing" and the reggae-inflected "The Next Time Around." With Moretti on guitars, drums and backing vocals, the vibe is closing time at the Beachcomber: songs that conjure mid-20th-century pop with Jamaican, Hawaiian and bossa nova flavors. Like Vampire Weekend, it's indie rock getting its global groove on....full text |
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| Slantmagazine |
| The pleasures of Little Joy, a casually assembled, self-titled side project anchored by Strokes drummer Fabrizio Moretti, are small but concise, shimmering little droplets of song that never muster much more than a breeze. It's a sunny album with low aspirations, which in this case is a compliment. The sound is homespun, like a recording session on a screened-in porch, free of concept or any type of over-extending reach—all facts that elevate its indolent vibe to something that becomes nearly transcendent in its simplicity. "The Next Time Around" is a lazy, beachfront march in three-part harmony; "Shoulder to Shoulder" drifts along like a paper boat on little more than snare-rim clicks and some backing-vocal cooing; while "Evaporar" floats by on nothing more than picked guitar and nearly whispered Spanish lyrics. Any visible Strokes influence is filtered out, drained of any cynicism or attitude, like "No One's Better Sake," where some familiar sounding chords are broken up by offbeat drums and trilling organ. Whether its street date is fortuitous or carefully planned, the light and airy Little Joy's November release makes it all the more welcome. In short, the perfect antidote for the times when there isn't a palm tree in sight....full text |
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