When Ratatat first popped up a few years ago, their intriguing collection of drum beats and spacey guitar work set them apart from most bands. Sure, other instrumentals were eyeing the same avenues, but Ratatat put the mental n instrumental with their border-breaking goldmine of catchy as fuck beats and just plain solid songs.
While the bulk of the album is Dawson with her guitar, behind each song there hides conspicuous piano notes, drowsy whistlers, lonely drums, and drunk violins.
Sure, Ringhofer loves Jesus, but so does George Bush and do we hold that against him? Well, technically yes. But the point is, no matter which God you
Liz Durrett is doing what a lot of people have been doing for a long time, but her patience as a songwriter and her calculated decision to do more with little is what makes The Mezzanine phenomenal.
Sauerwine outfunks even the strongest 70s bands you
On Pixel Revolt, Vanderslice graciously straddles the bridge between songwriter and story-teller (there is a bridge, trust me), taking a J.D. Salinger meets Conor Oberst approach and layering his lyrics with dusky cellos, lightly strummed guitars, and floating beats.
If there
Handclaps collide with raunchy guitars and surfboard vocals to create nothing less than a beach party for hippies, mod rockers, and emo kids wearing Chucks. Its pure Subpop.
