by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (2006)
Clap Your Hand Say Yeah, what a name for a rock band. A name to draw attention upon you, a name that could make you look different during a lazy MySpace scan. A name to show that you laugh at yourself, because rock is just a matter of having fun & play your own music in your own small world & for a couple of friends. An ideal name for collector T-shirts or the book of forgotten bands & hidden treasure. A name like a whiplash from a drunk high-school student who has just stopped repeated Waaazzzaaa over the phone. Clap Your Hand Say Yeah, the worst name for a rock band & the best name for an indie rock band in the XXIst century; a name of love & hate, a name of hype, for sure.
But the over swollen hype could not survive long to the band's attitude. 2006, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah is the next big thing, the new saviour of indie good taste over all the music-blogs; but no, the hype could not survive to such striking gigs: a pale-faced tiny guy in the dark singing with the nose wide open, or no, not even wide open, a nose laughing with strange echoes exiting a cave full of moist & cats & mice & beer. The drums are vaguely shivering and a couple of ghosts keep dancing all over the stage, agitating a guitar or a strange & cheap keyboard ; intense sound, an old folk song oscillating along lights patterns of disco beats, a cloud dancing with strange colours. How long could FM radios buy such a sound before realizing their mistake?
2009, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah flies at his own speed, far away from all indie radars. Their second album was deep, complex & fragile, clearly imperfect, with a couple of wonderful gems; as predicted, radios have forgotten them. The name sounds almost has-been, in a world full of indie-MySpace-Facebook bands in search of the craziest brand-label, with capital letters, erased vowels and weird namedropping: who found We Still Love You Boris Eltsine?
And it is even tastier to listen to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah again, when finding back their first album in a pile of CD. The sound is fresh, the mixed influenced still amazing, and the tunes flows fantastically, rolling over and over again your mind and the walls of your room.
But the over swollen hype could not survive long to the band's attitude. 2006, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah is the next big thing, the new saviour of indie good taste over all the music-blogs; but no, the hype could not survive to such striking gigs: a pale-faced tiny guy in the dark singing with the nose wide open, or no, not even wide open, a nose laughing with strange echoes exiting a cave full of moist & cats & mice & beer. The drums are vaguely shivering and a couple of ghosts keep dancing all over the stage, agitating a guitar or a strange & cheap keyboard ; intense sound, an old folk song oscillating along lights patterns of disco beats, a cloud dancing with strange colours. How long could FM radios buy such a sound before realizing their mistake?
2009, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah flies at his own speed, far away from all indie radars. Their second album was deep, complex & fragile, clearly imperfect, with a couple of wonderful gems; as predicted, radios have forgotten them. The name sounds almost has-been, in a world full of indie-MySpace-Facebook bands in search of the craziest brand-label, with capital letters, erased vowels and weird namedropping: who found We Still Love You Boris Eltsine?
And it is even tastier to listen to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah again, when finding back their first album in a pile of CD. The sound is fresh, the mixed influenced still amazing, and the tunes flows fantastically, rolling over and over again your mind and the walls of your room.
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