Well, it’s the new year. In my opinion, there’s no better way to ring it in on Swole Ear than with The Wombats.
I’ve listened to these guys before, and instantly, as well as rather embarrassingly, I fell in love with their oh-so-sweet heart-on-sleeve lyrics. How is a teenager not supposed to like relevant (if somewhat formulaic) stories paired with ultra-catchy indie rockness? Yeah, I hate myself for loving the last Wombats album, but there’s not much I can do. Maybe I’ll grow out of it.
Anyway, The Wombats decided to change things up a little bit on this record. But don’t fret, adolescents, there’s still plenty of naivete within for your enjoyment. For some reason, The Wombats decided to take a huge leap—from whiney indie rock, to whiney indie pop. While the differences are small, those equipped with good ears can definitely hear them.
Yes, the irresistible guitar riffs can still be found on this album, but they are occur with much less frequency. Instead, you’re more likely to find some synthesizers, a chopped up guitar section, or some violin samples. Vocals on the last record were predominantly straightforward and un-altered, but here, you’ll find some pretty clear vocal alterations.
While there may be some haters of The Wombats’ genre-switch out there, I don’t see any problems with it. Why does anyone like The Wombats? They make catchy and relatable music. Seriously, I’m pretty sure that no one listens to them for their innovative and influential guitar work.
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