Los Campesinos! – No
Blues
Wichita, 2013
While I don’t know what it’s actually like to watch a child
grow up before your eyes (although, in about four-and-a-half months I’ll strat
down that road), I can only imagine it’s something akin to watching Los
Campesinos! grow into one of the best bands in the world over the last six
years. I don’t even know if that claim is hyperbole. I feel like it might be
hyperbole, but I can’t remember the last time I loved a band this much. Waiting
for No Blues to drop was like waiting
for Christmas morning. Like real Christmas morning when you’re ten years old and
you wake up at 3:30 AM and can’t get back to sleep so you stay up watching
terrible infomercials until 8 which is the unofficial reasonable time to wake
up your parents. The last time I anticipated an album this violently was 2003
(See: High School, Alkaline Trio’s Good
Mourning). It’s a tricky thing, waiting with baited breath for an album you
are absolutely assured will be outstanding. Anything less would crush my heart.
It’s a dangerous way to feel about a band. Considering you can chart Los
Campesinos!’s growth over their last four albums, my Nate Silver-esque analysis
led me to believe this one would be great. And I wasn’t wrong. The scary thing
is that No Blues not only met my
expectations, but pulled off things I wasn’t even expecting period.
After the gloominess of Hello
Sadness (still one of my favorite break-up albums and favorite Los
Campesinos! album to date), Los Camp return to the unadulterated twee pop of
their debut EPs and filter it through every trick they’ve learned in their
brief career. The one-two punch of the first two tracks—“For Flotsam” and “What
Death Leaves Behind Me”—is about the giddiest music you’re going to hear all
year. Packed with lush synthesizers, Gareth Campesinos’ trademark
tongue-in-cheek misery, and the prettiest music and the hookiest hooks LC! have
tossed together to date. Those tracks are so satisfying it’s unreal. The way
this band throws so many elements into the mix and somehow makes the cacophony
sound like the most controlled, organized thing ever is a miracle. That skill
has always been impressive, but in the face of losing the lion’s share of its
founding members over the last couple of years, it’s especially miraculous that
LC! sound better than ever.
While No Blues has
some of the brightest, most upbeat Los Campesinos! tracks since Hold On Now, Youngster (“Avocado, Baby”
is about as pure as indie-pop gets these days, it’s so fucking good and catchy
I want to fucking scream every time it pops into my headphones. Just listen the
guitar riff that plays through that, goddamnit, so subtle but so good), it’s
the morose moments that round No Blues into
LC!s purest artifact. “Glue Me” has the line “I’ll be gloomy til they glue me
in the arms of she who loves me” which is both funny and, with the sad guitars
and strings swaying in the background, one of the most moving moments on the
record. Watching (or listening, I suppose) to this band mature has been one of
the greatest pleasures I’ve ever had as a music lover. Year after year, Los
Campesinos! keep making records that are severely fun, meaningful, and built
out of pure fucking joy, and these records make my life a bit better than it
would be without them. It is an incredibly sentimental notion, but I’m
incredibly sentimental about LC! and I will probably weep big crocodile tears
whenever they break up.
What I talk about when I talk about Los Campesinos. That’s
how I feel when I write up one of my favorite working bands. As soon as the
album finds its way into my car stereo and stays there for two months, my drive
time is spent thinking up what I could eventually say when I inevitably review
it. I’ve been doing this since Los Campesinos! released their debut EP in 2007.
I usually think of the band in terms of trajectory but today, in the car as I
was driving around listening to Los Camp’s as expected great fifth album, I
realized trajectory isn’t right. Trajectory seems to imply a downturn and Los
Campesinos! keep getting better with age.
"What Death Leaves Behind Me"
"Avocado, Baby"
Or fuck it, just listen to the whole album. If you're not hooked by those ethereal backing vox then I don't know what makes you happy and I'm sorry you cannot know joy.
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