That phrase reminds me of conversations I used to have with my mother after parent-teacher conferences.
Happy To You, Miike Snow’s sophomore album, has catchy riffs and poppy danceability, but something is just not quite right. I find myself adjusting the volume through the entire record, only to conclude around the sixth track that the vocals are too low in the mix, and are just plain thin.
This is where the disappointment sets in. We simply cannot just pass this off as a shitty band making a record that’s just okay. We know what the Swedish trio is capable of: from Britney Spears’ ‘Toxic’ to thier own monster of a debut album Animal in 2009 – these guys got talent!
Was this record rushed, or did they simply have too many ideas that they rammed helter-skelter into one album? Still, the listener simply cannot help but notice a sense of sedated chaos while searching for the almost non-existent melody line.
Andrew Wyatt is a talented singer but one should be left on the edge of their seat, straining to hear him.
There are good songs on the record, for sure. Tracks such as ‘Vase’ and ‘God Help the Divorce’, which sounds like a darkened and more mature MGMT, are fantastic.
But between volume adjusting, vocal treasure-hunting, and lyrics that are nothing but painfully-crafted coy nonsense . . .
I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.