Wavves’ lo-fi noise-pop (how many gazillion times have we heard those sonic designators over the past couple of years?) extends in a line from Swell Maps thru Royal Trux thru Sebadoh thru Ariel Pink thru Times New Viking. Basically, Nathan Williams isn’t really doing anything “new”, but if the hype surrounding his second release is any guage, he’s doing something people still gobble up.
This is not the So-Cal sound swinging from The Pusscat Dolls’ udders. This is the grimy music that hides behind the dumpster in Lynch’s “Mulholland Drive”. The question that I’ve had with The Smell (No Age, Abe Vigoda, etc.) zeitgeist is the same I have with any scene: is there anything behind the veil (faux-homelessness in this case)? Are they hanging out behind the dumpster because smelling like trash gets you pussy these days? Something about the day-glo shorts/Cobain flannel ratty hair vegan hipster kind of makes me want to punch a chicken. Or do drugs un-ironically. Whatever. I can’t help but put “No Hope Kids” on repeat and just let the cheap sounds of post-post-post-everything tickle my funbone. That’s what I have to do with this music: put down the pitchfork, quit chugging Pabst, and just appreciate this as one of my favorite albums of 2009 so far.
Wavvves comes out March 17 on Fat Possum