The Russian Futurists – Our Thickness
In the early 1900s emerged a group of young artists called the Russian Futurists who experimented with the current art movements, relying on abstraction over symbolism in both art and literature. Kind of an interesting name choice for a band that plays electro-pop music, and could quite possibly be featured on the newest season of the O.C. â€“ not that that is a bad thing. Rather, quite the opposite.
The Russian Futurists is the brainchild of Toronto-bred Matthew Adam Hart with a mic in one hand and a computer mouse in the other. Relying primarily on processed beats and samples, Hart creates music so catchy, you’ll be surprised that he’s still swimming in relative anonymity.
â€œOur Pen’s Out of Ink,â€ combines the pop sensibilities of the Beach Boys with a hip-hop beat. â€œ2 Dots on a Map,â€ slows it down to create a near-80’s sounding romantic ballad a la Phil Collins. But don’t let that scare you. The problem with describing this album is that all descriptions of it make it sound much worse than it is. But perhaps that is where the problems with it lie. While this album may have sounded amazing a few years ago, in the age of bands like the Postal Service, the Futurists don’t offer anything new to the table. Lyrics like â€œall it was is all it was, I don’t know why we’d call it love/all I need’s an aeroplane, to carry me right there again,â€ don’t help the situation. Not that the Postal Service weren’t incredibly cheesy themselves, it’s just that this album fails to make any huge breakthroughs.
I admit that I originally made claims of the Futurists becoming the next big band from the underground to hit it big, and so far they haven’t created much of a buzz. While I still agree with that original statement, I don’t think this is the album that will do it for them. — Zak
Recommended If You Like: The Postal Service, The Go! Team