Vampire Weekend
Few debut albums arrive as fully realized as Vampire Weekend’s. The band formed on the campus of Columbia University and burst onto the late-2000s indie-rock scene looking provocatively preppy, singing songs that skewered privilege and colonialism using exactly the sort of worldly references and upper-crusty anecdotes that come with an Ivy League degree. That delicious contradiction also ran through *Vampire Weekend*’s sound—a fizzy mix of baroque flourish and African pop they winkingly dubbed Upper West Side Soweto. To some, the album felt like a bracingly exuberant sequel to Paul Simon’s *Graceland*, but others heard the aural embodiment of a Wes Anderson film: both twee and bold, incredibly specific and broadly charming, with everything in its right place. But as much as it reads like a collegiate concept LP, *Vampire Weekend* remains funny, affecting, bright, and—above all—catchy. Take the opening pair of songs, one named after a fancy architectural feature and the other after a piece of punctuation. And yet, “Mansard Roof,” with its swirling strings, clashing cymbals, and tumbling guitars, is the perfect vehicle for Ezra Koenig’s honeyed melodies. And “Oxford Comma” is just fun—a rich-kid roast that bops along to one of Rostam Batmanglij’s many antique keyboards and includes an earnest shout-out to Lil Jon’s “Get Low.” The Atlanta MC sent the band a case of his crunk juice as thanks, but similar favors were presumably not returned by the Dalai Lama or other name-checked folks, like Koenig’s professorial “Campus” crush or the blue-blooded girl who loves blue-collar rhythms on “Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa.” No matter: The album’s colorful pop smarts lifted the group from the blogosphere to the mainstream and helped make indie simultaneously more sophisticated and honest-to-god fun.
Already one of the most talked-about and divisive records of the year, Vampire Weekend's Afro-pop- and preppy-inflected debut is simple, jaunty, homespun, and-- like the early albums from fellow fast-risers Belle & Sebastian and the Strokes were on their release-- one of the most refreshing and replayable indie records in recent years.
It's surprisingly easy to dive into Vampire Weekend's odd world, even as harpsichords crash into genteel Afro-pop ("M79") and characters debate grammar over bouncy organ and guitar ("Oxford Comma"). The young band's saving grace is compactness, which not only saves thousands of dollars in kora-player and backup-singer…
Vampire Weekend started generating buzz in 2006 -- not long after they formed -- but their self-titled debut album didn't arrive until early 2008.
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