August 23, 2007

 Navigation

   Home Page

 News & Features

   News

 Columns & Opinions

   Publisher's Note

   Boomers

   Pinings

   Longshots

   Techie

 Pop Culture

   Film

   TV

   Books
   Video Games
   CD Reviews

 Living

   Food

   Wine

   Beer
   Grazing Guide

 Music

   Articles

   Music Roundup

   Live Music/DJs

   MP3 & Podcasts

   Bandmates

 Arts

   Theater

   Art

 Find A Hippo

   Manchester

   Nashua

 Classifieds

   View Classified Ads

   Place a Classified Ad

 Advertising

   Advertising

   Rates

 Contact Us

   Hippo Staff

   How to Reach The Hippo

 Past Issues

   Browse by Cover


The Wildbirds, Golden Daze
Pat’s Record Company, Aug. 14
Possessed of the good sense not to strew failed art-school experiments all over the dump, Wisconsin-based Wildbirds exhibit every trait a non-wimp indie band needs to get their pusses in Rolling Stone. Like a frazzled Cold War Kids with Jack White as a frontman, the quartet sticks to a formula sure to annoy mope-rockers but bring on the happies to new alt-rock fans who are simply trying to get solid albums into their glove compartments. Nicholas Stuart’s voice depicts a dorm party boy snockered on glue, almost like the dude in the Horrors but softened for prime-time TV, and every note he sings is cool, catchy and tailored for its support system, a guitar-bass-drums mess that kicks in the front door and starts doing Wayne’s World moves in your face while you’re trying to watch The McLaughlin Group in peace. Only thing missing is a nasty knuckleball comparable to Cold War Kids’ “Saint,” not that the finger-plucked guitar and ragged breathing of “Where Has Goodness Gone” isn’t an honest effort. A-Eric W. Saeger.