It’s not our own world in which “everyone’s talking ‘bout haircuts.” The world Foxygen inhabits – one of enigma, sudden shifts in the weather, triumph and desperation, doesn’t have time for the filler that peppers most of our lives. Here, each crescendo, synth layer, sha-bopped and aah’d harmony section are dropped with deft precision – like Jackson Pollock doing a covers set of Titian paintings.
The bursts and jaunts that erupt across the Take The Kids Off Broadway ep are economical, yet bombastic. Controlled chaos, there’s an order to the world of Foxygen. With influences that reference some of the Kinks oddest moments to Jonathan Richman and the aural decadence of one-time disco troubadour Maxine Nightingale, the ep’s flow is loose, yet one that never feels randomly slapped together from darts thrown at torn out pages of a diary. In this, their homespun world, everything must feel good – each beat, horn, and synth choice must be just so; every gap must be plugged with an experiment, a murmur, a whisper – not another rhythm guitarist; neighbors should be respected when vocals are recorded at night but fuck the neighbors when they’re all at their day jobs. We’ll scream and ooh and ahh as loud as we please. words/ b kramer