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147. Yeasayer – 2080

It’s been scientifically proven that kids will like the things their parents liked just after their parents forget the stuff they used to like. Clinical studies have been carried out, but don’t bother looking them up. There’s proof enough in Yeasayer’s popularity starting in late 2007, when they released their debut album All Hour Cymbals.

This is just straight-up psychedelic rock, a little freak and middle-eastern influence thrown in, nothing new for the genre. This could easily be a mid-‘70s jam. What makes it so special now is that “2080” would’ve been a great song then, showing up the stuff on AM radio now relegated to daytime on Classic Rock 101. The dancing bass line, found-sound electronics, and vocals that sound like they’re coming from the other end of the Chunnel open the song on a beautifully weird note. The drippy high-harmonies in the chorus promote hippy culture more than Phish or hackey sacks ever have, CSNY with even dirtier beards. And when a rag tag chorus comes in yelling about farmers and progeny over guitar strums and loping synth hits, “2080” vaults into another category of pop nostalgia entirely – forget wanting the 1970’s back, we want the 1870’s. That a band in 2007 is writing songs this would make our parents proud. This is Age of Aquarius shit, a song from the 2000’s that sounds like the 1960’s and deals with a distant agrarian past, who knows when. Oh, and the best part of the song ends with kids gleefully yelling the refrain about sons and daughters. Perfect. Full circle.

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Anybody Out There?

I want to see if anyone else is actually reading right now (other than Hitch.)

I'm going to post #147 in an hour or two, and I want someone to comment and try to guess what it is before I do so. I'll give you some hints. The year: 2007. The band's debut album. And now, they are free. If someone guesses it in the comments, I don't know, I will send you something cool. I promise.

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148. Hot Hot Heat – Bandages

Hear that? That’s the sound of potential wasted. Remember when Make Up the Breakdown came out in 2002, and it seemed like the band was poised to bring dance-punk to the national stage with a little MTV play and some radio airtime? And then nothing happened, and they played in Buffalo to like 500 people? And now people associate the lead singer more with Sideshow Bob than keyboards and squeals?

Hot Hot Heat’s trip to the hype mortuary aside, this song remains a twitchy, celebratory jam. A year before Brandon Flowers brought back Depeche Mode-chic standing in front of a sequined keyboard bank, Steve Bays rocked that shit like a lanky demon, the Cloverfield monster hunched over some ivory prey. The crescendo into the chorus makes the whole song; buildup and release, tension and repetition giving way to all out, full bore sprinting tambo claps. Like Nirvana with ants in the pants and a little sexual ambiguity. Then there is the plodding, off-rhythm breakdown alluded to in the album title (in my head at least.) Don’t worry, it will all turn around. And then ten seconds later it does, and you’re back hopping around, waving a sweaty t-shirt above your head and singing off tune about bandages or some shit, who cares, it’s fun.