âFirst the window, then itâs to the wall / Lilâ Jon, he always tells the truth.â
p. Ezra Koenig, lead singer of New York indie band, Vampire Weekend, sings this witty line from âOxford Commaâ with boat shoes-clad nonchalance. After meeting at Columbia, the band released a demo online, only to see it explode on blogs and music review websites, garnering high praise for the groupâs brand of what it calls âUpper West Side Soweto.â
p. As a member of UCAB music committee, I saw the bandâs Fridays @ 5 asking price skyrocket in only a weekâs time, pushing them from indie darlings to cover mates with Foo Fighters in Spin.
The band signed with XL Recordings and released its self-titled debut last week. The African Soweto rhythms shine through on âCape Cod Kwassa Kwassa,â a delightful track that pairs nonsensical lyrics â Koenig rhymes âLuis Vuittonâ with âBennettonâ and âReggaetonâ â with bongos and noodling guitars. Consider it Paul Simon wearing madras shorts and argyle.
âMansard Roofâ draws comparisons to the Shins and Kinks. Drummer Chris Tomson creates a galloping yet unassuming beat, one that isnât perfect, but has enough charm to get by. Koenig describes the âhot garbage and concreteâ of New York more like a flowery, aromatic field than urban ugliness.
p. This record never strays too far from the college campus, quick to mention âcruel professors,â âion displacementâ and âshit-showâ parties. However, the groupâs sound is not limited by the often juvenile and claustrophobic confines of college life. The band comes across like a precocious, tea-drinking clan of nerds. With the rampant use of harpsichord and keyboard-derived strings, any track would fit easily into the soundtrack of a Wes Anderson film.
p. The only misstep is âBryn,â a throw-away track with half-cooked rhythms and cheesy lines like âright past the fireflies that sleep in my heartâ and âeyes like a seagull.â It seems tossed off and worthy of B-side status rather than filling time on an already short record.
p. That being said, this record is worth buying just for âA-Punk.â This joyous track blends Paul Simonâs âMe and Julio Down By The Schoolyardâ with the Ramonesâ âJudy Is a Punkâ to form something altogether new, yet entirely recognizable. Koenigâs jangly guitars give way to Chris Baioâs simple yet snaky bassline. Tomsonâs drums drive and jive with excellent use of hi-hat.
The real star, however, is Rostam Batmanglijâs gorgeous creation of keyboard-formed woodwind sounds that seem to wash over the guitars in a dream like sequence. Youâll find yourself shouting âeh eh eh ehâ and revisiting the silly yet honest chorus of âLook outside at the raincoats coming, say oh.â This song is the perfect soundtrack for making that two-minute walk between Tucker and Ewell, whether the day proves to be sunny or full of showers. And damn it, I want to know who Johanna is, and why she deserves such a beautifully irreverent song.
p. âM79,â âCampusâ and âWalcottâ continue the trend of gems, as Strokes-like guitars weave together syncopated drumbeats amid lyrics about Darjeeling tea and getting out of Cape Cod for the night.
p. The band has an obsession with clothing, too. Not a song goes in which âEgyptian cottonâ or âshiny cufflinksâ arenât mentioned. Despite this insistence on appearance, though, Koenig is quick to curb the pretension with cheeky lyrics like, âOh your collegiate grief has left you dowdy in sweatshirts â absolute horror!â
While not achieving anything as profound as its labels former poster boys, Radiohead, Vampire Weekendâs debut still deserves a spot in the college studentâs collection for its ramshackle assembly of pop, Ivy League Afro-rhythms and honest-to-goodness indie joy.
p. Hereâs to hoping weâll see them grace our campus someday. Weâll have our buttoned-up Oxford shirts ready.
p. __4 out of 5 stars__
