If everything rejoices, upstairs and down, and you still can not warm up it, you like to say in the Anglo-American times: "I'm not buying." That I can no longer afford, because the vinyl - in gatefold sleeve brimming with tasteful nonsense, ie posters, etc. pp. - Stands and turns already with me. The Black Keys sound on her new album so versatile and savvy than ever before - but just barely again by the Black Keys. Clearly a plate for those who abhor glam otherwise, and may, thanks to hipster producer Danger Mouse intoxicate really tuned here: Gary Glitter, Slade, Mud, Phillysound, power pop and early disco stuff were the inspiration for this 76er Hipster Cocktail with sound gimmicks from the sampling piñata that there is only so whimpers and hisses and roars. All very, very seductive, entrancing cleverly staged, still scalding hot from DataStick the feuilleton and - love it! Jaha, from the time the mirror, the Frankfurter Allgemeine, etc. pp. hailing it only rave reviews, the world (of "high culture") is seemingly excited by this mix of retrospective popular culture with oh so deep roots and baroque flowers.
Only I get it flatulence. Funny! Why is it? It's simple: War Brothers (2010) nor a precisely metered tightrope walk that Danger Mouse Reserve left in the producer role, he is now at the helm, this as dazzling modern producers dervish - before 15, he was called Moby 20 years ago, 30 Brian Eno , before (above) was 40's Phil Spector. El Camino is an artifact of a band that angry bearded, greasy, dirty to the contrary this hipster showmanship debut ten years ago and with the product El Camino - clever: logical, subtle, already, and even stylish! - Has lost it. I do not hate them so, the music never find really bad or worse, certainly not give up hope that they berappeln itself again, but ... it's a pity all.
So I can not help suspect that we look back at more than twenty years on this product as it is today on Speaking in Tongues (1983) of the Talking Heads or Big Science (1982) by Laurie Anderson. Those were the sensations of feature articles, whether apolitical or significantly left, the music for the radical individualist academics with studded belt and Ray Ban. In writing the world, heard everyone who walked everywhere, these were the standards upscale everyday experience par excellence, the spearheads hyper cleverly staged counterculture - uh, and today? The ever know anybody under forty? Really remembers a lost soul if they experienced over scrolls these things in the junk shops of second-hand stores, to a single significant song, a single line of text relevant? Not that I know. And so I feel these days with the Black Keys. El Camino is eerily just a cream thick foam crown this time - of people who had been more to offer. Therefore: Schade.
