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Audio CD Publisher: Matador Records This bold, eclectic, 80-minute album is the pinnacle of the band's twenty-year career. From eleven-minute guitar jams to gorgeous ballads to winsome horn-drenched pop songs, this album is all over the map, in a very good way. Features the talents of longtime Nashville producer Roger Moutenot, violinist Dave Mansfield of Dylan's Rolling Thunder Review, and the jacket artistry of Gary Panter (Raw, Jimbo). More from Yo La Tengo  I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One |  Painful |  And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out |  Fakebook |  Electr-O-Pura |  Prisoners of Love (Double Disc Anthology) |
It's no surprise that a group named after something said during a baseball game would title an album after something said during a basketball match. It is a bit of a surprise that this band remains so incredibly good, and capable of surprising even longtime listeners. This one's so diverse and such a mixture of different styles, it's reminiscent of the group's all-request on-air shows they play annually to support New Jersey-based radio station WFMU. Book-ended by two long, droney tunes, you've got garage-rock rave-ups, country-pop, horn-driven R&B, little gorgeous atmospheric songs, some brilliant falsetto singing, and... this list could go on and on. Who else would think to pair conga-style percussion to a Suicide-esque synth drone? Or even to work with longtime Dylan collaborator and strings arranger and violinist David Mansfield and have genius illustrator Gary Panter do the artwork at the same time? It's the little things that matter, especially when you mastered the big ones twenty-plus years ago. --Mike McGonigal
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| I don't understand the hype for this Record. |
| Customer Rating: 3 out of 5 |
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I'll start by saying that "Summer Sun" is my favorite record by these guys. This is not like that. Everyone goes on and on about this and I dont get it. The way that they start this disc just rubs me the wrong way going for this noodling repetitive song that just stinks. This couldve easily been widdled down to an e.p. WAY TOO LONG. Too much filer. Sorry for the dis but its the truth. Ill pass on this 1.
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| Fun And Cool |
| Customer Rating: 4 out of 5 |
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My first contact with this Band was seeing the album and buying it solely because of the title. When it came in I listened to it twice and enjoyed it very much. It's hard describe the style since it morphs while listening and their influences are varied. In general a fun and cool, refreshing album.
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| Velvet Mayfield |
| Customer Rating: 4 out of 5 |
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If this is your first taste of Yo La Tengo be in for a surprise. You might think that this is just another Velvet Underground clone trying to make their own 'Sister Ray' in the opening track. But after those repetetive 11 minutes are over you find out there is more to it.
Sweet soul vocals in the style of Curtis Mayfield, even including a great horn part. There's some jazz, some darker stuff and some noisy songs that reminded me of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion and Sonic Youth.
A lot of emotions are addressed on this album. Boredom and repetition, homesickness but also happyness.
Good CD, not great, not their best, not the best album of 2007. But Good.
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| Customer Rating: 4 out of 5 |
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Yo La Tengo aren't one of the most popular rock bands in the world, just one of the finest and most consistent. Over 20-plus years of work, they have established absolute authority over the post-Velvets drone-rock genre, without aping the Velvets' portentous implacability. The Tengo come off instead as friendly, slightly shy, next-door-neighbor types who just happen to write insanely catchy, frequently very noisy songs in a cornucopia of rock and pop styles -- songs that, oddly, tend to get more engaging the longer they last. Just because they're so open-hearted for an indie rock band doesn't mean Yo La Tengo aren't talented as hell.
Their latest release comes with an ironic title (visually and aurally, neither husband-and-wife team Ira Kaplan and Georgia Hubley nor bassist James McNew are bullies) and is bookended with astonishing epic numbers. In between, things veer from essential to iffy. Possibly the greatest flaw here, though, is a largely absent sense of urgency. Even at their quietest, as on the rapturous marital diary "And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out" (2000), they've conveyed the sense that some gut-spilling was going on, however politely. Outside the two epics, a spooky instrumental, McNew's "Black Flowers" and some lovely cuts of Georgia's, their latest material settles for a pleasant rehash of old moves. That would be an accomplishment for many acts; for this one it's a mild disappointment.
Are Yo La Tengo (Spanish for "I've got it") still open-hearted? Possibly, but "I Am Not Afraid..." suggests that they aren't sharing any new details. That said, it's a much stronger album than 95 percent of what gets cranked out for our consumption, either by the music industry or by DIY rock acts. If it isn't the ideal starter kit for budding Yo La Tengo fans (that would be 1997's "I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One"), anyone who hears it first will want to hear more. As they should.
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| Be Not Afraid of Yo La Tengo |
| Customer Rating: 4 out of 5 |
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Over the past twenty or so years, this group has done a lot of different things, many of them well. Here, their indie sensibility remains firmly intact as they throw everything into the stew pot -- the ingredients seasoned with experience, good taste, and a confidence that says to the world: "I am not of afraid of you!" The lengthy rhythmic opening jam, "Pass the Hatchet, I Think I'm Goodkind", gets the adrenaline flowing and passes on to the three-minute pop confection "Beanbag Chair", which in turn leads to the slow and ruminative ballad "I Feel Like Going Home". "Mr Tough" is a derivative, jazzy, but catchy pop tune embellished with tasteful brass. Following are eleven more tunes running the gamut of stylings that the group has often explored and here presented in a rarified and well-conceived 77 minutes of indie rapture, bookended by another extended epic titled "The Story of Yo La Tengo".
I liken Yo La Tengo to a more subdued, much less overtly angry version of Sonic Youth; the two groups in fact hail from the same neck of the woods in New Jersey. The group's name translates as the baseball phrase, "I've got it!". Well, here they've hit on perhaps their most deliciously diverse album since 1997's I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One, but I won't go as far as saying it supersedes that album as the group's most successfully realized -- not all the tunes here strike the perfect chord in this listener. To me, however, this is the kind of stuff that exemplifies what "indie" stands for and what makes it attractive for those who had been dissuaded from embracing its uniqueness and surrendering to its spells. The "repeat" is on, and yes, I'm a fan. They may not be afraid, but I refuse to believe they'd want to "beat my a--".
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Pass The Hatchet, I Think I'm Goodkind
Beanbag Chair
I Feel Like Going Home
Mr. Tough
Black Flowers
The Race Is On Again
The Room Got Heavy
Sometimes I Don't Get You
Daphnia
I Should Have Known Better
Watch Out For Me Ronnie
The Weakest Part
Song For Mahila
Point And Shoot
The Story Of Yo La Tengo
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