Belle and Sebastian
Girls in Peacetime Want to Dance
19 January 2015
Matador
3.5 stars out of 5
Glaswegian twee institution Belle and Sebastian are about to
drop their ninth album, Girls in
Peacetime Want to Dance, and the world will go on as usual afterwards. I’m
pretty certain that there’s no obscure Mayan tablet that predicts that the
release of this album will trigger global famine, pestilence, and/or disease.
Nor will humanity as a whole achieve an elevated state of enlightenment through
dishing out a few bucks for Stuart Murdoch & Co.’s newest recording.
Indeed, what follows that fateful day, a mere week from now, will in all
likelihood fall somewhere in between these two possibilities.
So what’s the deal with Girls?
Well, Murdoch has decided that Cyndi Lauper was right all along: they just want
to have fun, by means of shaking their booties on the dance floor. Tracks like “The
Party Line” and “Enter Sylvia Plath” see the former world champions of twee
dipping their toes into the great, heavily-chlorinated, indie disco pool. At
other moments B&S sound like a somewhat exhausted iteration of their old
selves—not that they’ve run out of ideas, but that they seem audibly tired. Murdoch
sounds like he hasn’t slept in a few weeks on several tracks, such as the
otherwise majestic “The Cat with the Cream.” (Too many yerba mate-infused party
drinks and all-night dance-a-thons, Stu? Perhaps some sort of Sundance celebrity
orgy hangover? I understand. I, too, am forty-something and can’t keep up with
the young whippersnappers anymore. Just accept it and advance to the next
square on the great board game of life.) Elsewhere, Murdoch grows bolder with
messages of overt Christianity with “Ever Had a Little Faith?” but this isn’t
as bold as his wholesale theft of Arcade Fire’s entire bag of tricks on “Play
for Today.”
Myself, I’m perhaps an oddity among B&S fans, in that my
favourite album of theirs is not If You’re
Feeling Sinister, but The Life
Pursuit. I can tell you that Girls in
Peacetime Want to Dance has neither the glorious pop glee of the latter,
nor the beautiful handmade cynicism of the former. Yes, a band is allowed to
explore new directions—in this case, over-produced, ‘80s-influenced, pop excess—but
by no means is its fan base obliged to follow it down every new road. I can’t
see any B&S fanatic drooling over Girls
like they would Tigermilk. That said,
the bongo-saturated “Perfect Couples” is a pretty great tune, a sort of
hypothetical: what if Odelay!-era
Beck covered Duran Duran?
reviewed by Richard Krueger