May 17, 2007


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Dntel, Dumb Luck
Sub Pop Records, 2007

Catatonic headphone-techno reminiscent of Sigur Ros’s debut and all the bands whose leaders battled each other with wet mackerels for the right to contribute to this, i.e. Beachwood Sparks, Grizzly Bear, Figurine (this is a Jimmy Tamborello thingamajig, as it were) and so on. Stubborn mainstream ears need not apply; to those, this will be inexplicable, discomfiting cheese straight from the spray can, but trust me when I say this is Vacherin Mont-d’Or compared to the rancid Postal Service-wannabe limburger that stinks its way into this office on a monthly basis. Thanks in large part to Tamborello’s way with bliss-outs, feedback and pure melody, one becomes idly fascinated with what his glitch-pocked fugues are going to morph into next, but, to sharpen the point, listeners have to prep for woozy noise as well as beauty. “To a Fault” alone is comprised of a dozen or so incongruous parts: Keith Moon drums over minimalist Atari bloopage, a genial Arcade Fire-like tangent, Jack Johnson patter besieged with warped-record effects, etc. B-Eric W. Saeger