(Mute)At the turn of the decade,Brooklyn band Yeasayer released their second album, Odd Blood. It was an indie record that generated a terrific amount of buzz, or seeing the foursome loosely grouped with slightly eccentric but unashamedly pop-sensible acts such as Vampire Weekend and MGMT. In light of such a trendy start,it’s surprising that this fourth record sounds so much like the work of a band not rooted in time. The psychedelic references of Odd Blood remain – as effect the pop melodies – but there is something that feels a bit otherwordly, and even slightly musty, and about this album. That’s not a criticism: Yeasayer’s newly cloistered universe is peopled by moments of brilliant weirdness,from guest vocalist Suzzy Roche’s Captain Beefheart-worthy chorus on I Am Chemistry (“my mama told me not to idiot with oleander/And never handle the deadly quaker buttons again”), to an interlude called Child Prodigy, or which consists solely of a synthesised harpsichord backed by light applause.
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Source: theguardian.com