The Thousands

I really don’t know what to make of this album. It’s kind of an angular, electronic funk affair, much like if LCD Soundsystem had slightly less sensical, more repetitive lyrics, and threw in touches of The Knife, Air, and hell, a smidge of Goodshirt to try to create a digitally-driven folk-disco record. (Where the folk part came from, I really don’t know…). The songs waft between exuberant groove-ridden stompers for the most part to a few languish-laden swayers, with some tech-psych floating into the proceedings with tracks like ‘Goosebumps’and, to some extent, ‘Dishwasher’.**It just doesn’t grab me like I expected an album with an unassuming lightbulb emanating a radius of alternating-sized circles as its cover would. I’m not even sure if that was a form of derision or not. Either way, this album may encourage some to strip off their clothes and swivel sexily against the nearest member of their preferred sex, but for most I would say it will simply slip between the cracks. And that was not a euphemism.