Vampire Weekend - Contra
The revelers Vampire Weekend we had indeed caught in 2008, showing us that "no" it was the Californian rock not only 10-note synth hammered loop, and a disastrous lives of attitude I largely unpolished at the limit of disposal, in short, there was no qu'MGMT in town.
And here they tumble again in early 2010 and rockers set the tone. Students who met on the benches of Columbia have matured, the group has applied these four boys and well groomed in the head send us a constellation of emotions. A dozen songs at once joyous and melancholy, from the completely blocked ("Cousins") to the minimalist masterpiece ("I Think You're A Contra") without missing masterpiece of short ( "Giving Up The Gun"). No title is weak, the lyrics are flies, rhythms borrowed from the continent Africans are still effective and Ezra Koenig never sang as well.
Contra title means "contrary" and perfectly sums up this album, at once decadent and precursor, sad and happy, sweet and dancing, in a word, superb.
A big thank you gentlemen Californians, and we thought that would accrue to the English first, there waiting for her anticipated answers may be to look to the Wombats?
The future will tell, until we never tire of Contra.
Vampire Weekend - Contra: 8 / 10