Artist..........: Pants Yell
Album...........: Received Pronunciation
Genre...........: Indie
Label...........: Slumberland Records
Catnr...........: SLR106
Source..........: CDDA
Rip.Date........: 13-03-2010
Street.Date.....: 09-11-2009
Quality.........: VBR/44.1kHz/Joint Stereo
Url.............: http://www.amazon.fr/Received-Pronunciation-Pants-Yell/dp/B002
Size............: 38.28MB
Song.Title :
01. Frank And Sandy 2:39
02. Rue De La Paix 3:20
03. Cold Hands 3:00
04. Got To Stop 3:10
05. Spider 0:51
06. Someone Loves You 2:32
07. Marble Staircase 3:18
08. Not Wrong 3:59
09. To Take 3:14
Runtime: 26:03 min
Release.Info :
Who gives a fuck about Oxford English? Pants Yell! have named their fifth album
after, basically, the Queen's accent. If the title of last year's Alison Statton
placed the Boston trio in the less-is-more lineage of Young Marble Giants, then
Received Pronunciation acknowledges what they still more or less are: indie pop
formalists, mastering a given dialect rather than inventing unknown tongues. The
band's latest does away with the horns and strings of its predecessor, following
a bit more conservatively in the tradition of wordy, tuneful, earnest underdogs
from Small Factory and the Trashcan Sinatras to the Lucksmiths.
What Received Pronunciation loses in variety-- my kingdom for another "Two
French Sisters"!-- it largely makes up for with increasingly accomplished
songcraft. Since when has subtlety been supposed to call attention to itself,
anyway? You're probably not going to like Received Pronunciation unless you
occasionally enjoy breezy, midtempo songs with jangling/shimmering (choose one)
rhythm guitar, slinky lead guitar lines, bustling drum fills, warm bass, and shy
vocals, but the appeal of Pants Yell! is less about a particular sound than
about lyrics and melodies. It also probably helps if you tend to appreciate
understated storytelling and unexpected rhymes, though a line like, "I remember
your white sunglasses/ And the way the sun just went right past us," is a little
more Billy Bragg than Upper West Side soweto.
Received Pronunciation won't close you out like new slang; Pants Yell! would
rather you make yourself at home, look around the place. First single "Cold
Hands" sounds more inviting on each listen, with its "First of the Gang to Die"
bounce, relationship anxiety, and wordplay that works without coming across like
its singer needs a pat on the head. Parisian postcard "Rue de la Paix"
luxuriates in detail, as singer Andrew Churchman declares, "I remember every
little thing." But the songs more often show only what's needed: It's up to the
listener to puzzle out the hungover unease of measured opener "Frank and Sandy";
"Not Wrong", in which the narrator admits he can't tie a tie, has to be one of
the most peaceful songs ever about getting into a fight. Underneath the polite
surfaces is seething coming-of-age pathos: "Does that asshole ever tell you that
he still thinks of Megan?" Churchman demands on "Got to Stop". The biggest
misstep is "Spider", a 50-second bit of sympathy for the arachnid in winter. You
can be too understated.
"What's the point of all this living?" Churchman sings on accusatory finale "To
Take", adding, "Living's all I ever do." He has told Swedish magazine Devotion
that Received Pronunciation will be the final Pants Yell! album. They want to go
the way of Huggy Bear and Felt rather than grow old and predictable. Too bad,
because Received Pronunciation isn't my favorite Pants Yell! album, nor the most
varied. If a recent Guardian column by critic Simon Reynolds is right, though,
and what makes the Beatles, Motown, and great synthpop all immortal is not
necessarily revolution, but "melody and emotion," then Pants Yell! definitely
have the ingredients to last forever-- if only for a faithful few who speak
their language.
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