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Elefant
Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid

Genre: Rock
Year: 2004
Country: USA
Official Site: Elefant
Details: Tracks & Audio
Label: Kemado
You know it's happened to you. A few too many drinks at the bar and the beer goggles magically appear on your face, and you wake in bed next to god-knows-who. What you didn't know is that this once happened to the The Strokes and Interpol, and nine months later they had a bouncing baby Elefant.

Elefant's debut disk Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid, a follow-up to their February-released Gallery Girl EP, begins with the perkiest—and, dare I question the album's title, sunniest—little pop song you'll ever fall in love with. It sets the pace for the regressively romantic lyrics of the album, all about pretty young hipsters finding love among the pointy shoes, shaggy hair and skinny ties of the indie scene. Much of the action takes place among people dancing.

Diego Garcia's vocals are the most clearly melodic here—you can easily picture him seranading his subject in a heartfelt video, with a pretty young girl twirling in the middle of a high-school gymnasium. "Get up and dance around the room/my eyes are on you." Her fellow students can't comprehend her beauty, but why should they care? She'll go home with the lead singer of the band.

This poppy performance is repeated in the following song, bringing to mind the sticky-sweet confections of early '90s bands like Material Issue and The La's. But as this short record progresses, that ubiquitous NY sound sweeps in. The love affair went awry and it's time to get serious. The dancey staccato guitars kick in, Garcia's voice darkens and adopts a Brit lilt, and the NYC and '80s influences are apparent and any ideas of shimmering pop are mostly forgotten.

First few times I heard the single "Misfit," I thought The Strokes penned the catchy tune. "Static on Channel 4," their ballad attempt, doesn't ever lift off—its dreamy, synthetic space blips and acoustic guitars are straight from the Bowie song book, but it's a lifeless tune. The Interpol-on-uppers song "Bokkie" swims on light backing vocals and Garcia's "ba-ba-ba-bops" that might've been recycled from a forgotten pop song, but are a majestic addition here.

Most songs—early '90s pop-influenced or early '00s NYC indie—could easily replace a Pretty in Pink soundtrack staple like OMD's "If You Leave" or New Order's "Bizarre Love Triangle." It's music for when you're left alone on the dance floor and must find solace in the beats. It's catchy and doesn't grow stale on repeat. But it's still disappointing that the happy momentum of the first few tunes is neglected in the remainder of the album.

  Laura Tiffany


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