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Day 317: of Montreal – Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?

11 Jan

Gronlandic Edit

Now that is one terrible name for a record.  Seriously, what was of Montreal thinking?  There is absolutely no reason to ever give an album that ridiculous a title.  That’s about all the hating you’re going to get out of me today, though.  Hissing Fauna’s awesomeness is inversely proportional to the quality of its title.  And yeah, that sentence makes me sound like a pompous asshat, but, 317 days in, I’m a bit past caring.

Indie pop records don’t often come across as groovy.  I know that by using the g-word, I’m giving my dad every reason to force another funk record on me.  While the possibility of sitting through one more of those frightens me quite a bit, it’s a risk that I’m willing to take because of Montreal’s music on this record can be described in no other way.  Just listen to “Gronlandic Edit” if you doubt my assertion.  I can’t tell if it’s a bass or guitar playing that smooth little rhythm section throughout the song, but there’s no denying that it is pretty groove-tastic. Plus, it contains the lyric “physics makes us all its bitches,” one of the best lines in modern music history.

I’ve listened to of Montreal for The Swole before, and was fairly impressed with their ability to put a few really good songs together.  However, that last record was lacking as a whole piece of music.  Fortunately, that’s not the case this time around.  This thing works, as bad as its title is.

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Day 94: of Montreal – The Sunlandic Twins

2 Jun

Requiem for O.M.M.2

Albums like this are why I started this project.  This is an album that I never would have listened to otherwise, and I ended up liking most of it it.  Sure, I’ve heard of of Montreal, but the truth is, this is just another band that I would have ignored back in the days before I started this project.

Anyway, of Montreal have been on my radar for forever, but I think I’ve subconsciously avoided them because of what I’ve heard about their shows.  Apparently, they put on a spectacle, with costumes, nudity, and just overall insanity.  To me, it seemed like it’d be more of a pain in the ass than it was worth to get into their music.  What if I loved it? I’d have to spend a ton of time acquiring everything they ever released, memorizing lyrics, and then waiting and anticipating for their next show near me.  None of this ever materialized as actual, conscious thought—I’m not that crazy—but I am pretty sure that this was going through my head at some level.

As for The Sundlandic Twins (great transition there, right?), it is a pretty solid record.  If anything, it’s a bit top-heavy, with the first half making the second look foolish.  The beginning of this album provides numerous examples of indie pop at its finest.  There’s everything you need in order to get your jam on, with catchy guitars and quirky vocals aplenty.  “Let’s pretend we don’t exist/let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica” is repeated countless times on Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games.  Yeah, stuff like that.  If you don’t like goofiness, my advice to you is to avoid of Montreal.

The later half of this record is very disappointing, unfortunately.  It’s not that it is terrible or anything, but its unenthusiasticness is only exacerbated by the fact that the first seven songs are awesome.  After The Party’s Crashing Us, the seventh track out of fourteen, Twins moves into a desolate land of boring synths. It’s a shame.  This could have been a masterpiece if of Montreal kept the off-beat party going.