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    At Mount Zoomer

    06/17/2008 | Sub Pop 

    Review

    Before the Internet, it would have been quite a chore keeping tabs on Spencer Krug (Sunset Rubdown, Swan Lake) or Dan Boeckner and the rest of Wolf Parade (Handsome Furs, Hot Hot Heat, Johnny and the Moon). But, if you like any of these bands, or this one, there is probably something for you in each of the others. Although elsewhere, the sound is more minimalistic (The Handsome Furs), dissonant and challenging (Swan Lake) or theatrical (Sunset Rubdown), Wolf Parade retain the central elements of Krug's style–rollercoaster rides of songs that feature strained vocal chords, cyclical progressions of piano and guitar, and healthy servings of cathartic histrionics. In fact, Zoomer sounds considerably most like Sunset Rubdown in this regard, forsaking the more compact indie rock sound of their 2005 debut Apologies to the Queen Mary for heaping helpings of bombast.

    The sound here is also expansive; a third of the album's tracks clock in at over six minutes, including ten-minute closer "Kissing the Beehive." But for all of its pomp and flair, the band—Canadian imports, all—does not waste space, filling each number with anthemic guitar, propulsive drum work, thumping keys and synths, and, all the while, tasty hooks. These songs typically take several listens to ingratiate themselves to the ear, though comparably poppy "Soldier's Grin" and "The Grey Estates" are as immediately infectious as anything the band has released to date. This task is usually reserved for Boeckner-penned numbers, but the band's sound on Zoomer is consistent in its vision. Whether employing twisting and shifting song structures or delivering more linear bursts of melody, Wolf Parade remain the most accessible lineup in the cannon, and Zoomer is a fine addition to the always growing catalog of works these visionary artists have to offer.

    —William Morris
    06.24.08


    All Music Guide Review

    If any band could have been rightfully expected to deliver on the promise of a debut as stellar as Apologies to the Queen Mary, Wolf Parade are that band. As a whole slew of groups of their era turned in less than great sophomore records (Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Tapes 'n Tapes, even Arcade Fire), At Mount Zoomer proves Wolf Parade to be much more than the one-trick pony of their peers. And it's no surprise -- both of the band's primary songwriters have established themselves as two of the most exciting and consistent songwriters in indie rock, coming off of great records in their own right: Spencer Krug's Random Spirit Lover with Sunset Rubdown (not to mention the Swan Lake record), and Dan Boeckner's Plague Park with his Handsome Furs project. But even after three years away from the Parade, they come to Mount Zoomer with a fresh reel of tape, and are back with a more mature and confident approach. Where Apologies showcased a young, energetic band still searching for its sound (with the production help of Modest Mouse's Isaac Brock), Mount Zoomer features that same band harnessing all the things that made its debut so appealing, but with a conscious effort to avoid rewriting the same record. The overall feel is less exuberant, and they are much more patient with the songwriting this time around, with drummer Arlen Thompson handling production duties (Mount Zoomer is the name of his studio). The arrangements seem to be better thought out as well; the guitars function more as melodies or leads than the driving rhythms of the songs, with the keyboards generally higher (or at least equal) in the mix, and the result is much more efficient. And while this album may not contain as many immediately gratifying hits (you won't find any "Shine a Light" or "I'll Believe in Anything" here), it does succeed as an album more cohesively. Leadoff single "Call It a Ritual" rides a stuttering piano figure, and recalls indie rock mainstays Spoon -- in fact, so does "Fine Young Cannibals," and clean keys factor much more prominently in Mount Zoomer than the treated synths of Queen Mary. The synths do still buzz occasionally -- albeit less frantically -- but the textures are more varied, like on "Language City" or the swirls in the snare-happy waltz-like opener, "Soldier's Grin." The pacing of the album is also impeccable, not only in the sequencing, but in the individual tracks as well. Centerpiece "California Dreamer" breathes and swells with almost prog dynamics until it builds to its stomping, singalong chorus of "I thought I might have heard you on the radio, but the radio waves are like snow," and 11-minute album closer "Kissing the Beehive" (the original title of the record) all but gives out completely before bringing it all back for a quick encore. All in all, At Mount Zoomer is a remarkable achievement, and another soon-to-be classic from Wolf Parade. ~ Corey Kahn, All Music Guide

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    from Sub Pop: Singer/guitarist Dan Boeckner: "...We could have easily made another Apologies… but what would have been the point?" Instead, Wolf Parade committed itself to a period of experimentation, recording long improvisational sessions in the Montreal church owned by The Arcade Fire. These tracks were then cut and pasted into discrete compositions. The result is a complex matrix of components and modules that, thanks to the collective efforts of each band member, never feels labored or fussy. From the nimble opening strains of "Soldier's Grin" to the eleven-minute aggro dirge of "Kissing the Beehive," they hand authority of the songs around among them with a refreshing absence of ownership. Where Apologies… could be read as a good-natured, sweaty volleyball match between Boeckner and singer/keyboardist Spencer Krug, the new album shows the band as a fully coordinated moving front. This collaboration isn't just a work ethic—the band's many offshoots, side projects, and domestic ventures have taken each of them far from their home base in Montreal for extended periods, compressing their time as a functioning unit. "It's hard enough to get us all in the same room at the same time," Krug said of the band's approach, "so when we do get to write songs there isn't really time for our egos to get in the way."

    The legion of bearded, sweater-vested critics will want to file this album under 'Prog Rock' because it doesn't offer up sugary cast-offs for the short-attention-span set, but no one ever danced to The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. It might instead be this generation's Marquee Moon, or an indie rock Chinese Democracy released thirty years early and sixty million dollars under budget (and without cornrows, to boot). Better, though, to think of it as the sound of a band edging forward into a wispy darkness, one hand reaching out, the other firmly clutching the past.



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