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CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH - Some Loud Thunder
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Could this be the most contrary band on the planet? Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's first album was an acquired taste, largely because singer Alec Ounsworth insists on yapping like a puppy being throttled. Anyone who managed to find enjoyment in that strangulated yelp might expect an easier ride from the follow-up album, but oh no: it takes umpteen listens to appreciate the myriad beauties of Some Loud Thunder. Its primary problem is that, unlike the debut, it lacks any uplifting anthem to draw in listeners and encourage them to persevere....full text |
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| StylusMagazine |
| After the success of their debut, which sold over 100,000 copies from songwriter and singer Alec Ounsworth’s Bowie-adorned boudoir, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah are by now a rich amalgam of ’zine clichés and blog speculations, leading to unavoidable pissing points: how will they handle the dreaded sophomore album pressure? Just who’s going to win the delicate tug-o-war with famed studio-auteur Dave Fridmann? And when the fuck is Ounsworth going to find the Roger Daltrey to his Pete Townshend and free us from his pigeonhawk squeal?...full text |
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| RollingStone |
| Two years ago, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah went from unknown Brooklyn-Philly quintet to indie-rock sensations with their debut album, an exuberantly arty thing that doubled as a great summer pop record. Compared to that, Some Loud Thunder is a disappointment: Less energetic and more all-over-the-place, it's ramshackle rock full of drones and jangles that crest and hum, with Alec Ounsworth splashing his warbly David Byrne alto around like cheap paint....full text |
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