No Shouts, No Calls
Brighton, UK’s Electrelane has created a fourth album that paints a romantic portrait more in line with the promise of their earlier work, in particular, album number two, 2004’s *The Power Out*. The edges are softer and the vocals are emphasized, and Verity Susman’s lyrics and melodies expose the group’s tender side. Even when the group lock into the metronomic krautrock-lite buzz of “Between the Wolf and the Dog” or the six-minute loop of “Five,” the effect is muted and less about increasing tension or jarring the listener awake with angry guitar slashes than with extending a sense of weightless coasting that leads directly into the gliding pop of “Saturday.” Much like Stereolab, whose love for Krautrock rhythms and cheesy Farfisa organs is similar, Electrelane capture a dreamlike intensity best appreciated for its vagueness.
UK band fuses Krautrock-esque sonics with a flair for continental pop, creating a record of passionately orchestrated songs.
The return of Electrelane. This, their fourth long player, is their most focused album to date, seemingly maturing like a fine wine, this might not win over many news fans, but existing fans will find plenty to enjoy. Kicking off with the mesmeric The…