"Australian three-piece Tame Impala do psych rock the right way, combining melodic know-how and echo-laden, eye-glazing sonic effects. The Forkcasted "Runway, Houses, City, Clouds" is a good representation of their woollier, extended-jam side, but "Solitude Is Bliss" is their big, sneaky pop move. Big, because the Britpop-sounding guitar lick that opens the song is a near-instant earworm, and sneaky because the band spends the rest of the song turning that lick inside-out and outside-in, like a Mobius strip made out of elastic fabric. Drummer Jay Watson throws in colorful drum fills like it's his birthday, all while vocalist Kevin Parker endlessly echoes, "You will never come close to how I feel", like a friend who's taken too much acid and is totally freaked out about it (in a good way).
On first listen, Innerspeaker provides a lot of dots to connect: There are patches of late-60s American psychedelia, buzzy Motor City riffage, and decades of British pop, ranging from the pastoral pop of the Kinks to the vivid expansiveness of the Verve to the narcotic warmth of the Stone Roses. Frontman Kevin Parker shares an eerie vocal similarity with John Lennon, both in tone and in the way he allows his voice to soar with each melodic turn or rhythmic surge. Though most of the album is a little restrained lyrically, Parker's rapturous phrasing conveys the meaning. Mixed by Flaming Lips collaborator Dave Fridmann, each component is here is set on an even plane, allowing bass lines and delay-swept guitar bursts to melt into one another, cultivating a uniform feel that's vintage, far-out, and irrepressibly cool".
This album is worth every penny, I might say. It sounds best as a piece. Must snatch it up!
Unlike most new bands that simply lump together bits and pieces of cured-yet-amazing influences then pass the hall-arsed endeavours of the inspiration as their own brand of sounds and Tame Impala takes those very same inspiration to the new highs.
There's party in my head, and no one is invited.
9/10 is due.