{"id":688,"date":"2012-01-10T05:22:44","date_gmt":"2012-01-10T10:22:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/?p=688"},"modified":"2012-01-10T05:22:44","modified_gmt":"2012-01-10T10:22:44","slug":"album-review-regurgitator-super-happy-fun-times-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/index.php\/2012\/01\/10\/album-review-regurgitator-super-happy-fun-times-friends\/","title":{"rendered":"Album Review: Regurgitator &#8211; Super Happy Fun Times Friends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/musoscribe.com\/images\/regurgitator.jpg\" height=\"280\" hspace=\"10\" vspace=\"10\" width=\"280\" align=\"right\" \/>I know people \u2013 I won&#8217;t name &#8217;em \u2013 who, for one reason or another, prefer their music in random fashion. They&#8217;re not the sort to be swayed by the \u201cour music is designed to be listened to in a certain order, start to finish\u201d argument. They find the sameness of an artist&#8217;s work to be (at least) boring and (at worst) repellent. At the other end of the spectrum are listeners such as myself, children of the Album Era. We listen to both sides (ha) of the album, all the way through.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">Great news: from faraway Australia comes <em>Super Happy Fun Times Friends<\/em> from <strong>Regurgitator<\/strong>. Other than the common thread of <strong>Quan Yeomans<\/strong>&#8216; lead vocal, the only consistent characteristic is a high level of quality in the writing and playing. Other than that, each of the album&#8217;s fourteen tracks sounds as if it&#8217;s the work of a band unconnected to the other thirteen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">And since humor is a component of <em>Super Happy Fun Times Friends<\/em>, it&#8217;s fair to consider the album as a sort of <em><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/?p=32\">The Turtles<\/a> Present the Battle of the Bands<\/em> for the 21<sup>st<\/sup> century. Though perhaps not the band&#8217;s intent, there are parallels. Not a stiff exercise in how-many-different-styles-can-we-cover, <em>Super Happy Fun Times Friends<\/em> is instead merely a survey of where the (aptly-named) band&#8217;s collective head is. They ingest a bunch of different styles, chew &#8217;em up and cheekily spit them back at the listener.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\u201cOne Day\u201d weds a drummer-in-a-box with nervy, punky guitar work, and fold in some really throaty bass work. Imagine <strong>The Vapors<\/strong> as an arena-rock band and you&#8217;ll have some idea of the track&#8217;s vibe. The very brief \u201cGame Over Dude\u201d is video arcade-meets <strong>Dead Kennedys<\/strong>. But the, um, sensitive ballad \u201cAll Fake Everything\u201d serves elegiac piano and strings as the backing for this lyric: \u201cSometimes it&#8217;s hard to be a rapper&#8230;sometimes it sucks to be a famous dude.\u201d And just when you settle in to the arrangement, well, something happens. Suffice to say the vocalist rhymes \u201cabortion\u201d with \u201cdistortion\u201d and throws lots of f-bombs. It&#8217;s a hysterical hijack.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\u201cSuper Happy Funtime\u201d is a folky gem with parodic lyrics reminiscent of <strong>Flight of the Conchords<\/strong>&#8216; (officially unreleased) \u201cAlbi the Racist Dragon.\u201d The music is played straight, creating the perfect balance. \u201cPunk Mum\u201d proves that there&#8217;s actually a sonic connection between <strong>Shonen Knife<\/strong> and <strong>Bo Diddley<\/strong>. Eighties chunka-chunka guitar is the centerpiece of the verses in \u201cBe Still My Noisy Mind.\u201d With its chiming refrain, it sounds like a hit; even the slightly strange instrumental break in the middle somehow works in the context.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">\u201cD.M.T. 4 2\u201d is an instrumental synthesizer piece that avoids being twee; it&#8217;s fun, rocking and slightly ominous, especially when the ultra-distorted guitar blasts kick in. On the giddily anti-religious \u201cNo Show,\u201d Regurgitator channels their inner <strong>Fountains of Wayne<\/strong>: it&#8217;s a powerpop gem of the first order. The drum fills are especially impressive, and the skronky stop-start guitar blasts are a delight. \u201cContactable\u201d is adrenaline-charged <strong>Replacements<\/strong>-meets-70s-rock, with a bizarre interlude that&#8217;s beyond description.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">But then \u201cInto the Night\u201d takes the piss out of the likes of <strong>Depeche Mode<\/strong><span style=\"font-weight: normal\">,<\/span><strong> ABC <\/strong><span style=\"font-weight: normal\">and<\/span><strong> Ultravox<\/strong>. Yet Regurgitator does so in a way that suggests a real love for the style; it&#8217;s equal parts pastiche and love letter to a bygone era. It happens to be a really catchy song. The hypnotic \u201cDevil Spell\u201d is tough to classify other than to say that it, too, sounds like nothing else on <em>Super Happy Fun Times Friends<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">The kinetic and swaggering \u201cBorn Dumb\u201d is a fist-pumping, head-nodding, riff-rocking good time. \u201cOuter Space\u201d sounds like a long- (and unjustly) forgotten hit from 1983, and features some nice use of analog synthesizers near its end. The disc ends with the brief, <strong>Tom Waits<\/strong>-ish \u201c8pm,\u201d a song seemingly custom-made to end the album: it carries that late-night, bar-stools-upended-on-tables aesthetic.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in\">Bratty, clever, snide, funny, rocking, taut&#8230;<em>Super Happy Fun Times Friends<\/em> is all of these and more. A winner, it&#8217;s breathtaking in its successful synthesis of disparate styles. 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