Man, I haven’t been this excited to hear a psychedelic throwback album since first listening to the Brian Jonestown Massacre and Thank God For Mental Illness. “Throwback” feels like the wrong word here, though. Unfair. I guess it’s better to picture one scene passing the baton on to the next. Picture slippery hands.
There’s a lot of emulation going on here (a pretty solid take on ol’ Mick’s vocal juice in the title track for example), but it’s the heavy personality in the songwriting and composition that really makes this album. With such obvious influences driving the Foxygen vision, it’d be easy as hell to play it safe and drip out some passable pseudo-covers, but there are tons of fantastic and clever moments throughout We Are that shatter that simple throwback mold.
It’s there in the loose back and forth dialogue in “San Francisco” (my favorite track in the bunch) and the greasy jam on “Bowling Trophies” and the funky, dance attitude on “Oh Yeah”. These guys make it just seem effortless. It’s so slick.
Hey, this is probably a perfect album. Just waterproof production and some stellar songwriting.
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