Forever
14 January 2014
Polyvinyl
Whenever a record is hyped because of how it was made rather
than whether or not it’s worth listening to, there is the risk that the method
will overshadow the music. The two cousins who comprise San
Francisco ’s (though originally Louisiana ’s) Painted Palms collaborate over
email despite living in the same city. This songwriting process originated
while the pair lived in separate states for a period of time and continued
after they were reunited. It’s not exactly an original process, as artists have
been doing similar things since broadband internet became a widespread thing.
And, frankly, once can’t really tell from listening to Forever that the two musicians weren’t in the same room while
writing it. So, rather than let the process overshadow the rest of this review,
let’s move on to the music itself.
You’re going to hear comparisons to Of Montreal from most
sources, probably because Painted Palms were discovered by Kevin Barnes and the
reviewers are too lazy to dig deeper. The PPs are nowhere near as dark as de Montréal, not nearly as
over-the-top-pop, and are far fonder of blissed-out reverb-drenched vocals à la
classic shoegaze. So, let’s dispense with the lazy comparisons to the OMs, as
the two groups really have little in common apart from that they’re both from
the South and they both play pop music. Except… okay, the lead-off track “Too
High” really does sound a bit like Of
Montreal. From there, the albums drifts further and further away from this
starting point, until by the time the closing “Angels” comes along Painted
Palms have established their own identity and distinct sound.
So, after the hype and the comparisons, what we have in Forever is an album of sweet pop tunes
full of programmed beats and swirly synths. It’s a fun if uninvolving listen.
If you buy the vinyl you’ll have a good record to ignore as background noise
while you entertain your hipster guests with almond milk lattes and vegan,
gluten-free tapas. (By which I mean olives. You’d just have olives. And
sun-dried tomatoes. No wonderful cheese or chorizo. Mmm.) This is an enjoyable
record while you’re listening to it, but there’s not much here that will get
its hooks into you and keep you coming back for repeated listens.
reviewed by Richard Krueger
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