Monday, May 2, 2011
Songs like "My Country," and "Gangsta," are not begging to be deciphered like some cryptic, higher-order thinking puzzle, but only for the listener to enjoy the erratic drum beats and spastic vocal delivery. When Garbus' voice ranges from her highest pitch to her darkest mutters of "the thing about living a lie is just wondering when they'll find out," listeners will get a sense that no matter how chaotic the album's beats get or impulsive the musicianship feels, this record is not disconnected in its execution. w h o k i l l's personality does not appear at arm's length from Garbus', but rather right in the palm of her hand, superbly personal and wildly creative in her descent into a flurry of rhythmic styles. From blazing saxophones to blaring drum loops, the multiple layers of Garbus' compositions do not suffer from their esoteric qualities as much as they excel in their inventive arrangements. If you're enraptured with the idea of a catchy lo-fi pop album that's appealing in a way that I've personally found almost impossible to elucidate, you can find out for yourself and stream tUnE-yArDs' latest album at The Guardian.