Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Fever to Tell
I keep waiting for that moment when I can say "Screw your New York art rock scene!" But no, I had to suck it in when I loved The Strokes and Interpol, and I have to suck it in now for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Fever To Tell starts out with "Rich," which sets a layer of sexy, assertive vocals on top of what sounds like 80s Nintendo music, and rocks straight through to a slower but no less edgy "Cold Light." The CD turns on this track to something a little deeper. While the first six efforts pour out almost as parts of a punk rock whole, "No No No," "Maps," "Y Control," and "Modern Romance" stand on their own, especially "Maps," which invokes the spirit of the Pretenders at the pinnacle of their career.
If this CD has a failing, it's that you can't listen too closely in the beginning or else you'll find yourself utterly confused by lyrics that seem to follow no cohesive pattern of storytelling--or really, any pattern at all, except for repeated title names, "ohhhs," and "uh-huhs." In fact, a lyric site for the songs "Pin" states the following: [Chorus x4 (a lot of bahs and dontos)]. While usually a lyrics person myself, the overt sexuality of Karen O's vocals needs no fleshing out, and work just as well as incoherent statements of lust as they do simple declarations of love and heartbreak.
Fever to Tell is a wild trip to the city, followed by the morning-after pain. But even as your head throbs, you know it was all worth it, and you'll go back again.
Fever To Tell starts out with "Rich," which sets a layer of sexy, assertive vocals on top of what sounds like 80s Nintendo music, and rocks straight through to a slower but no less edgy "Cold Light." The CD turns on this track to something a little deeper. While the first six efforts pour out almost as parts of a punk rock whole, "No No No," "Maps," "Y Control," and "Modern Romance" stand on their own, especially "Maps," which invokes the spirit of the Pretenders at the pinnacle of their career.
If this CD has a failing, it's that you can't listen too closely in the beginning or else you'll find yourself utterly confused by lyrics that seem to follow no cohesive pattern of storytelling--or really, any pattern at all, except for repeated title names, "ohhhs," and "uh-huhs." In fact, a lyric site for the songs "Pin" states the following: [Chorus x4 (a lot of bahs and dontos)]. While usually a lyrics person myself, the overt sexuality of Karen O's vocals needs no fleshing out, and work just as well as incoherent statements of lust as they do simple declarations of love and heartbreak.
Fever to Tell is a wild trip to the city, followed by the morning-after pain. But even as your head throbs, you know it was all worth it, and you'll go back again.