
In which J Mascis reaches inside to bring out the inner Brian Wilson. He succeeds brilliantly. Why doesn't he do this more often?
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Now that I’ve had a few weeks to listen to second album Replica Sun Machine, it’s that debut album which is still providing the sticking point for me. Because even though The Shortwave Set are still very much the same retro-psychedelic shape, even though the new album is packed with great pop songs, and even though the production is top-notch, there’s something missing. I think it’s because the production is just a bit too top-notch, a bit too clean-sounding. Part of the great appeal of the debut was its slight ramshackle nature, with sparkling tunes and a dash of whimsy. It wasn’t crisp, but its 60s psychedelic pop, complemented with a decent dose modern electronics was a joy to behold, and every song was a gem. The new one, for all the high-level input, the sweeping sting parts and general enhancement, is just not quite as magical. I wonder if they'll be describing themselves as 'Victorian funk' this time around.

And that’s sort of what I get with The Hungry Saw, and I’m very happy about that. Mind you, there’s a definite upbeat feel about many of the songs as they swish along, accompanied by the strings, organ and horns that we've come to know and love. There are some departures too. Nothing major mind, just little sideways excursions into the likes of jaunty seaside organ music (The Organist Entertains), instrumentals (Introduction, E Type) and a sparser, more experimental sound (Mother Dear). But mostly it's the familiar company of a good old friend.








At first it might not seem very impressive. I initially thought the nine songs on his album For Emma, Forever Ago were a bit sketchy. But like most great music, give it time, and the sketches take on greater shape, depth and colour. The songs are stripped down, with only the most necessary and effective augmentations – a little flute here, a bit of mournful horn there. Most of all though, it’s Vernon’s voice, a ghostly falsetto which stands out so beautifully. It’s this voice, plus the multi-layered vocals, and sometimes the arrangements (most notably on Creature Fear) that make me think of Bon Iver as an acoustic approximation of TV on the Radio. Maybe if Sitek and Adebimpe had spent some time in the middle of a forest, howling at the moon they would sound like this. It’s a lovely, otherworldly record that given time will take root in your head and take you somewhere else. A backwoods log cabin maybe.



But so much for the background. You don’t really need to know the DeLorean-related facts. You mainly need to know that it’s a terrific album, crammed chock-full of sparkling pop nuggets that could probably all be singles in their own right (with some judicious editing out of sweary words of course). It’s appropriately 80s in style, with a cracking synth sound, but there’s more. Gruff’s melliferous voice for one. There are some guest rappers and vocalists too (such as Spank Rock and Yo Majesty) but the genius behind the project is clear. The two main men have got so many good ideas, so many great hooks, that Stainless Style is damn near irresistible. Shockingly, I might even like it more than the last SFA album. Now we’ve got the soundtrack, all we need now is the John DeLorean biopic to go with it. Now that the Hollywood screenwriters are back from striking, someone needs to get busy.







I suppose when it came to hire a producer for their second album, the band had few thoughts other than their famous friend, who has done a very nice job. I’m going to do a review of the album – Replica Sun Machine – in a week or so, but suffice to say the word ‘ramshackle’ won’t be used about them much again. For now though, it’s all about the single No Social, which is out on new label Wall of Sound on 21 April. As comeback statements go, it’s a good one. The familiar elements are still there, but it’s tighter and more focused. More sheen, more pop, but still great. I hear the wheezing Hammond and learn that “a dog dressed in clothes is still a dog” and am very happy to have them back.