eMusic Review
Ridgewood, New Jersey summer bummers band Real Estate combines the dreary, drizzly monotony of suburban life with the meditative feel of a long sunbathing session. And those two things are pretty much all they sing about — note all those beachy, burbly, aquatic song titles ("Pool Swimmers," Let's Rock the Beach," etc). And though Real Estate are assuredly beach-centric popsters, don't expect much fun in the sun. A far more contemplative affair, their sandy blare is more like the disorientation that comes from staring straight into the sun, their basement Buffettisms ("Beach Comber"), slowpoke surf instrumentals ("Atlantic City") and cheery hooks ("Fake Blues") hiding behind tape crackle and reverb. Hell, the nearly five-minute wake-and-bake instrumental "Let's Rock the Beach" doesn't even bother to rock. Real Estate's pop is downcast, sentimental and occasionally naïve, clearly fueled by the shambling kiwi shenanigans of the Clean and bare-bones American indie like Yo La Tengo. But combined with their mushy production and unique attitude, it aligns itself with any number of contemporary movements: the lo-fi gurgle of nu-garage, the smeary reverb of glo-fi, the vulnerable harmonies of Grizzly Bear and even the weed-soaked nostalgia of Animal Collective. In short: surf's…