Albert Hammond Jr - ¿Cómo Te Llama?
Track List :
1. Bargain Of The Century
2. In My Room
3. Lisa
4. GFC
5. The Boss Americana
6. Rocket
7. Victory At Montery
8. You Won't Be Fooled By This
9. Spooky Couch
10. Borrowed Time
11. G Up
12. Miss Myrtle
13. Feed Me Jack, Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love
Indeed, there are 20 months than directly from you and nearly 30 since the first impressions of the Earth. Two solo albums since the last effort Strokes begins to look like a dangerous career.
All this makes it difficult to fully embrace ¿Cómo Too Lama? immediately, even irrational, boring, but inevitably the same way that you can not help regret Foo Fighters to Nirvana is no longer the case. Instead, you must give it time, let it gently and slowly infiltrate the yeast in your affection. Before you know, you're more loans for the credit it deserves.
Hammond is only Slicker Than The Strokes en masse. He also experimented with other styles of music, do not want to ever stay in one place too long and never afraid to throw curves and a trend in reggae (see Borrowed Time and G-Up, the album more dance track) if you do not expect. The jury is whether this is a good thing. It is not as idiosyncratic or hunted like The Strokes, but then again, what is?
It is certainly listening to Neil Young when entering these thirteen songs. It fills many of them with jaren'70 super-style guitar solos. Opening negotiation of the century, the blues gross Strokes-esque riffage slid a successor in my room then, with Lisa, it folds to a minimum, compared to the roots of rock as The White Stripes would be proud. Later, Rocket will be the same team as the palm of the Rolling Stones at their crudest.
Towards the middle of the album - especially the boss and you Americana not be fooled by this - he arrivals The Strokes heritage shine by unbridled: no trace of venue would be on an album of the band mother.
Although sometimes too ¿Cómo Lama? might feel as if she declined a TimewARP late 60s/early jaren'70 he is not afraid to navigate through this process, from raw garage rock to deeper, darker blues. Win at Monterey is the sound of the night is the summer of love with a warm, psychedelic flashing his pain and not "I'm sorry," it is also the closest track in the lyrical tone of The Strokes at their best.
Counter trippy with the beautiful, lyrical, piano-less Spooky sofa, courtesy of Sean Lennon, and you realize that this is the work of a musician who is very intelligent as effortlessly, he deserves to be slapped. But Hammond did a real stroke of genius? Not quite, but at the last count of soft garage-two Miss Myrtle make an admirable attempt, the two house survey and charm, rough diamonds Bush in the crime.
When almost everywhere, Feed Me Jack arrives for a final deep: one near Lemon Jelly Space Rock-ish lullaby on Hammond organs (especially in a joke?), Near perfect closer to an album that has sought a reference impossible. It was almost finished.
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