Debut album Innerspeaker from Aussie three-piece Tame Impala arrives just in time for summer navel-gazing. Recorded and produced by front man Kevin Parker, engineered by Death In Vegas's Tim Holmes, and mixed by Dave Fridmann (MGMT, Flaming Lips), Parker calls the band, “a steady-flowing psychedelic groove-rock band that emphasizes dreamlike melody.” Sergeant Pepper eats Disraeli Gears with a side of Ta Det Lugnt.
Innerspeaker trips through fuzzy, echo-plexed retroscapes, where Parker often laments (but never apologizes for) the bittersweets of his blissed-out disposition, which both elate and alienate the Lennon-esque vocalist.
Opening track “It's Not Meant to Be” sets the tone with 'verby vocals, spiraling guitar, and deliberate bass. Lyrics like “She doesn't like the life that I lead, doesn't like sand stuck on her feet, or sitting around smoking weed, I must seem more like a friend in need,” “Company's okay, solitude is bliss, there's a party in my head and no one is invited,” and “The only one judging you is yourself” typify Parker's blasé bipolarity.
The collection of lysergic buzz songs craft a vintage resurrection that's headier than a love jug of Carlo Rossi at dawn and more habit-forming than pistachios and respiration combined.
Debut album Innerspeaker from Aussie three-piece Tame Impala arrives just in time for summer navel-gazing. Recorded and produced by front man Kevin Parker, engineered by Death In Vegas's Tim Holmes, and mixed by Dave Fridmann (MGMT, Flaming Lips), Parker calls the band, “a steady-flowing psychedelic groove-rock band that emphasizes dreamlike melody.” Sergeant Pepper eats Disraeli Gears with a side of Ta Det Lugnt.
Innerspeaker trips through fuzzy, echo-plexed retroscapes, where Parker often laments (but never apologizes for) the bittersweets of his blissed-out disposition, which both elate and alienate the Lennon-esque vocalist.
Opening track “It's Not Meant to Be” sets the tone with 'verby vocals, spiraling guitar, and deliberate bass. Lyrics like “She doesn't like the life that I lead, doesn't like sand stuck on her feet, or sitting around smoking weed, I must seem more like a friend in need,” “Company's okay, solitude is bliss, there's a party in my head and no one is invited,” and “The only one judging you is yourself” typify Parker's blasé bipolarity.
The collection of lysergic buzz songs craft a vintage resurrection that's headier than a love jug of Carlo Rossi at dawn and more habit-forming than pistachios and respiration combined.