Triptides are total Californians, jamming out bright indie-pop tracks that are all about hanging out, going to the beach, or hanging out down at the beach. Azur is their fourth record, and lovingly combines all the musical and production elements that you’d want to hear from such a group. On Requiem Pour Un Twister.
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- Azur by Triptides
9/10 Clinton Staff review, 07 July 2015
They say there is no such thing as love at first sight but is love at first listen a thing? It took three whole seconds before I decided that the brisk opener ‘Wake’ was made with my ears in mind. Twin guitars jangle (one in each ear, natch) basslines wander hither and thither, vocals are hushed and slathered in delay. This is magnificent. It’s one of those perfect jangle pop tracks that manages to assimilate English jangle pop (early Wolfhounds, The Servants etc) with American jangle pop (early Connells, The Dangtrippers etc). I shouldn’t be surprised. Triptides made my favourite 2012 guitar pop record in ‘Sun Pavillion’ and I STILL haven’t got round to getting the excellent follow-up ‘Predictions’ proving once and for all that I’m an idiot. ‘Dark Side’ fairly bursts out of the traps the utterly perfect amalgam of ‘60s beat pop (The Hollies!) with those moments when Deerhunter decide they are going to be a pop combo.
Yet I’m sat here with my head in my hands. How is this so good? Actually is it too good? Do I like it far too much? Am I going to get past track three and be disappointed? Well that ‘difficult’ fourth track, ‘Not Mine’ drifts along in a haze of the Sneetches-like guitar twangs complete with preposterous drum machine. I love the production on this - everything is panned beautifully, drums are nicely ragged and lo-fi, and nothing is ever too slick. I'm slightly concerned that my ears might hurt during prolonged exposure to the compressed sound but that can't take away from the songs which are at every turn bright and melodic - the type of thing Alex Chilton or Chris Stamey might have made if they weren’t being so damn weird all the time.
Oh and as the clincher they have the hazy summer drift of Real Estate in spades. Let’s cut the crap and just buy it eh? And if you don’t like it then you can just punch me in the face... ok?
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