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Jittery indie rockers negotiate an uneasy marriage of the cerebral and the visceral.

  • We Say...

    Review by Ian Gittins

    Clap Your Hands Say Yeah are a pathologically contrary concern. Archetypal art-rockers to a man, you suspect this New York/ Philadelphia band’s entire raison d’être lies in subverting the expected: they diligently booby-trap their jittery indie rock with just enough attitudinal tremors to ensure they remain firmly in the margins.

    Their eponymous 2005 debut was greeted with loud critical hosannas, and the pressures of shaping an equally resourceful follow-up can be heard on this nervy, brittle record. Just as their first offering began with a bawdy fairground barker, so Some Loud Thunder opens with a title track that is deliberately distorted into a grisly lo-fi crackle. The message appears to be that we take them on their terms, or not at all.

    Thankfully, they don’t sabotage everything so wantonly. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah are best when they negotiate an uneasy marriage of the cerebral and the visceral, and the keening "Emily Jean Stock" is uncommonly lovely, a Yo La Tengo-esque adventure that contrives to be both staccato and luscious. "Satan Said Dance" is an enjoyable romp, Devo in the disco, while the fractured "Goodbye to Mother and the Cove" is almost as sharp-edged as its title.

    Older ears will detect a musical debt to both Wire and Pere Ubu, while Alec Ounsworth’s vocal can’t help but recall David Byrne’s paranoid warble. The scat-yodelling "Yankee Go Home" would have fitted snugly on Talking Heads’ More Songs about Buildings and Food, while the spectral "Mama, Won’t You Keep Them Castles in the Air and Burning" carries a distant echo of Byrne/Eno’s My Life in the Bush of Ghosts. Which, frankly, can never be a bad thing.

    Ounsworth’s loose lyrics are scattergun half-thoughts heard through a glass, starkly, and ultimately the busy Some Loud Thunder is too cluttered and reserved to be a fully satisfying listening experience. There is a fantastic album waiting to be made by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah: let us hope that next time, they let it breathe.

  • They Say...

    Review by J. Scott McClintock, All Music Guide

    A ton of people had their eyes trained on this sophomore release and it's difficult to give it a fair shake once you've muled-up to the "pre-order" download carrot and subsequent hype. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's debut was a decent, giddy first album -- not the end-all, be-all, "best indie release ever" that it was willed to be by fans and critics. It was just a good record that fortunate events conspired to elevate beyond its own scope and capabilities. It was over-hyped, plain and simple, and (lord bless 'em) the guys in CYHSY soldiered through it all, and seemed well enough armored to take the gushing praise, smile politely, stick it under their collective hat and then get back to doing what they were doing. This is significant because history says that once your band is hyped that much, you're usually toast. Heads get big, sights get set too high and direction is lost. It's sad, but it's often the way these kinds of "best debut ever" stories play themselves out. The proof in the pudding is, without fail, the second record, with all of its anticipated greatness. Will it exceed expectations? Will it be a blunder? Sometimes it all hinges on number two, and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's debut follow-up, Some Loud Thunder, comes to plate, visibly sweating under the strain and stress. The opening song (and title track) "Some Loud Thunder," immediately divides the fan base with insanely compressed and distorted production that makes the rest of producer Dave Fridmann's work sound like purist, two-mic, chamber ensemble recordings. It's waaaaaay over the top (it actually physically hurts to listen to it) -- it's not heavy, it's painful -- and that will make it or break it for some folks right there. Hold up though, remember their debut recording started off with some crazy carnival banter -- maybe this is just the weird opener here? It is. There's nothing else on the album that gets to "Some Loud Thunder"'s level of "ouch" and there's even a "non-distorto" version of the tune floating around the download sites for those who can't take the pain. Get past that, and you start getting into the real stuff -- the bulk of which tends toward meandering tension builders that never really take off. Free from label prodding (and polishing) the guys in CYHSY seem to spend a great deal of this album screwing around on trumpets, accordions and prepared pianos. It sure sounds like they indulged every overdub whim that could be conceived and, at times, it's a bit off-putting for the listener. "Quit screwing around and get back to work...please!" Really, that's good solid advice because when CYHSY apply themselves, good stuff happens. The meandering tension builders ("Emily Jean Stock," "Love Song No. 7," the indulgent instrumental "Upon Encountering the Crippled Elephant," "Goodbye to Mother and the Cove" and "Five Easy Pieces") all have their moments but there's definitely an unfinished and tentative feel here. It sounds like a band accompanying a singer/songwriter who can't fully let go of that riveting coffee house spotlight. On the aforementioned songs, you could strip away all the incidental noodling and end up with a decent singer/songwriter record. It seems, in an effort to sound more sophisticated (read, serious) CYHSY have kind of taken a step backward. It's not all like this though. There are moments of brilliance, both musically and lyrically, and they are all contained in the tunes that are the most realized. "Mama, Won't You Keep Them Castles in the Air and Burning?"makes this list, if only for the thoughtful lyrics of Alec Ounsworth. "Arm and Hammer" is where things really start to coalesce. There's still a lot of spontaneous creativity at work here, but it's wrangled in enough to give the tune a sense of purpose. Lyrically, this one's on a mission and it succeeds in being a nice, bitter "F***k Off!!" as well as an affirming manifesto. "Yankee Go Home" is quite good -- maybe the most fully realized thing on the whole album. Great melody, great lyrics, somewhat more refined overdub coloration -- and it's got guts. "Papa said get used to it/Papa said it gets so goddam hard but I get used to it" and "I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here" are but two of the fine bits of lyric on "Yankee..." and, when this song builds up to it's blow-out chorus, it sincerely rocks. "Satan Said Dance" certainly has the goods to be an indie-kid party bopper. All dissonant, demented disco bounce (à la the Cure) with that "guaranteed to raise an eyebrow" refrain of "Satan, Sa-tan, Satan, Satan, Sa-tan." It's fun, well played and slightly unsettling, a perfect disjointed dance number, but Ounsworth's lyrics here seem throwaway and that, sadly, lends the tune an air of novelty. "Underwater (You and Me)" also barely makes this list -- helped in large part by Ounsworth's good lyric work, but hindered by a decidedly demo-ish sheen. Half the album is guilty of this, while the other half seems light-years ahead in the band development department. Is this an "age of the digital download" thing? Are CYHSY banking on a few "out of album context" downloaded singles to buoy this record? If they are, and it works out, it could be one of the most forward thinking business plans ever.

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