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| Pitchfork |
 "Borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered 80s." Those words, when James Murphy over-enunciated them on what's still arguably the decade's best piece of music-as-music-criticism-- LCD Soundsystem's 2002 debut single, "Losing My Edge"-- had the decisive feel of a gauntlet being thrown down. One 1980s baby struck back with a Nintendo Power Glove. Just a guess: Probably not what Murphy had in mind.Of course, cheaply copied reminiscences of a blurrily imagined decade are basically their own genre now, cloudy and proud. The sound has many names, but none of them seem to fit just right. Dream-beat, chillwave, glo-fi, hypnagogic pop, even hipster-gogic pop-- all are imperfect phrases for describing a psychedelic music that's generally one or all of the following: synth-based, homemade-sounding, 80s-referencing, cassette-oriented, sun-baked, laid-back, warped, hazy, emotionally distant, slightly out of focus. Washed Out. Memory Tapes. Ducktails. Ah-woo-ooh. For Alan Palomo, reflecting on the music of the Reagan era has a personal component. The Texas-reared Mexico native's dad, Jorge, was a bit of a Spanish-language pop star in the late 1970s and early 80s. The analog electronics of that bygone period echo throughout the younger Palomo's increasingly promising previous recordings, whether with former band Ghosthustler (he wore the Power Glove in the video for their "Parking Lot Nights") or, more recently, on VEGA's Well Known Pleasures EP. Finally, working with Brooklyn-based visual collaborator Alicia Scardetta as Neon Indian, Palomo has brought all the best of 2009's summer sounds-- bedroom production, borrowed nostalgia, unresolved sadness, deceptively agile popcraft-- together on a single album....full text |
| Prettymuchamazing |
| I’m pretty sure that if Neon Indian had come around ten or fifteen years ago, he would have been laughed at, dismissed as quickly as he has burst onto the scene. But here, in the context of this year’s bizarro lo-fi resurrection that we find ourselves living through, Neon Indian is a logical next step. It’s Passion Pit for the Gorilla vs. Bear crowd. What a strange turn of events. Luckily, Alan Palomo, the man behind Neon Indian’s tunes, acknowledges his precarious position in the world of popular music. In an interview with Pitchfork, Palomo admitted, “I’d be lying if I said lo-fi was a completely gimmick-free genre. It’s an old trick to just cover songs in reverb and distortion– one I’ve been guilty of in the past.” He went on to later say that, “I do have some ambivalence towards lo-fi where it stands right now. There’s so much stuff coming out on blogs and I have this impending anxiety as to whether it’s going to become another electro disaster.” I’m right there with Palomo. We’re on the verge of lo-fi overload – perhaps half a year away from the type of backlash that surrounds bloghouse and autotune....full text |
| Citizendick |
| I may be a bit obsessive-compulsive, but I have to believe people digest albums like I do. I tend to become a fanboy immediately with albums that jolt me from the starting gun, relentlessly focusing on three tracks that grab my attention first. Next, I eventually grow tired of the three standout tracks and move onto another section of three songs that I originally thought mundane and less noteworthy. Usually this results in a battle of sorts. I love those original tracks that drew me to the band’s sound, but inevitably wind up pushing them backwards in the playing rotation. Inexplicably, however, there always seems to be three tracks on every album that fail to make it into my pleasure-filled musical database. Try hard I may, but it’s an extremely rare occasion that an entire record is not just enjoyable to me from top to bottom, but noteworthy. Neon Indian’s Psychic Chasms is a debut that took a little time to wrap my brain around fully, but the fruits of ear-labor have never failed me yet. It’s an album rich with energy and a hard to pinpoint coolness that’s achieved through a varietal and shifting blitz of sound. Not a track is worthless, and in fact, if you listen to records like I do, the progression will leave no slag and the enjoyment tightens with each subsequent listen. In my review of Deastro’s Moondagger earlier this year, much of the review focused on the reminiscent aura that certain electronically based outfits have been dishing out recently. For a self-professed alt-folk fanatic, it’s a pretty awkward admission that Alan Palomo (Neon Indian) creates the kind of music that knocks me straight out my LA Gear’s and into a completely fulfilling nostalgic mode. The central conundrum regarding electro-throwback music is that I have literally no way to merely describe a deeply rooted vibe. Typically, reviewing albums involves at least some shred of musical understanding. Although Psychic Chasms takes me far, far away from my comfort zone, I can’t stop playing it. The initial run through begins slamming “(AM)” at the listener, starting with a cylindrical synthesizer screechy sound that melts into the background as a nasty badass 80’s bouncy rhythm kicks in. Softly delivered vocals juxtapose the hard hitting grooves and busybody Danelectro attack. It’s this album opener that reeks of quirky mid 1980’s summers at the roller rink, super-rope licorices and, believe it or not, mid-period Prince material. Slick guitars and pinched out and looping sounds are splattered through each track. The retro hooks are encapsulated by spookily morphed and slowed down synth riffs that warble alongside nearly every song....full text |
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