The first properly distributed LP by lo-fi pop hopeful Kane Strang who writes catchy and radio ready themes that would appeal to fans of Car Seat Headrest and Alex G. These are slick and polished vignettes which could see Strang become your new favourite 90’s slacker revivalist. Out on the increasingly powerful Dead Oceans.
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This record’s name was originally the working title for Phil Collins’ autobiography -- Kane Strang got it off the cutting room floor. Well-versed in all things plaintive and progression, they make sweet, sad songs with great chunky chord changes. It’s simple and sentimental, offering the murmured musings of Alex G and the greyscale indie rock of Car Seat Headrest but with none of the convolutions. Simple it is, and to the heart it goes.
“Silence Overgrown” sees the band rock a back ‘n’ forth guitar soundbyte with a synth backdrop, playing the whole thing pretty straight and making their big finish a mere drop and rise in dymanics. It’s super effective! With their beaming synths and their moody song tact, they kinda sound like an indie pop version of a radio-friendly post-punk band from back in day -- with its lovely vocal line and its throttling chords, “Not Quite” makes me think of Trust Fund and the Killers on a collaboration. “See Thru” embraces a buzzwire effect as its drawing point and creates the record’s moody centrepiece around it, proving just how wonderfully the band can make numbing arrangements sound like fantastic pop music.
It’s a pretty narrow record and a lot of what Kane Strang does relies on the same set of rules, but damn if they don’t draw you in with these straining slabs of misery. The folksy grunge paradox of “Summertime In Your Lounge” has drained the joy out of me by the time it reaches its crux, which is just hammering home the same word over and over until it’s the only word I can hold in my brain. Nothing wrong with a band learning a short riff, a quick trick, and then making a most glorious emo refrain out of it.
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