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Monday, November 07, 2005

"The Concretes", The Concretes

"The Concretes" The Concretes. 2004.
The Concretes are the epitome of rambling indie rock bands with a female front. You've heard their tune "Say Something New" in that snappy Target commercial, which looks nearly identical to those new iPod ads. Which makes sense, consdiering The Concretes, Apple and Target all share the same business model, selling overpriced functional shit (or affordable-chic, depending on you look at things, but that funny looking teapot still only boils water and costs half as much at Wal-Mart, asshole).

Sure, it's fun to throw an accent piece into the mix every once in a while to spice things up. Yet just like intoxication experienced when entering a yuppie-apartment, caused by an inability to focus one's gaze without staring at a Henckel knife set or overstuffed throw pillow, The Concretes overlay every song with cute window-dressing. Whether a rhythm horn section, organ, or vocal accompanyments, The Concretes have too many toys and not enough meat.

The Concretes' barrage of musical cotton candy is unfortunate because the album's one stripped down song, "Foreign Country", is a satisfying indie rock tune, comprised only of emotional vocals (despite rather meaningless lyrics) and some basic piano chords. Indeed, parts of numerous songs successfully pair unconventional instruments and vocals, yet it is simply overkill. The band certainly shows potential, but their first LP simply shows a lack of confidence.