THURSDAY, JANUARY 23, 2014|
Posted by: Sara Salaway
After a four-year drought, Warpaint has returned with a self-titled, full-length album. Many are raving about the LA group's sophomore follow-up to The Fool (2010) purely under a spell of excitement, but this has distracted them from the new record's coma-inducing qualities. Others perhaps are truly entranced by the four-piece's progression into an occultist's musical mysticism, but we are not ready to join their coven.
The album conveniently begins with "Intro", an all-instrumental song that echoes as a harbinger for the mellow and mediocre ride you're about to embark upon. From there you're led through a collective of siren howls exchanged at an uninspiring and marching pace. Unlike other girl-fronted groups like Purity Ring and Dum Dum Girls, who captivate with trap beats, doe-eyed vocals and catchy hooks, Warpaint's latest fails to grasp our full attention. Not all songs need a hook, but there should be at least one quality that beckons a listener's return to the album. These memorable moments are absent on Warpaint, and we do not find ourselves craving multiple listens.
The general response to the album seems to be unanimous as it's appreciated for its nostalgic qualities. One of which being the fact that we have been waiting four years to hear new material from this group, but there's an additional reminiscence of a 90s sound that traces throughout the entire album, one that recalls the noise of groups like The Cardigans and Mazzy Star. But unlike their predecessors whose ominous, lulling tones inspire dark brown lipstick and the anti-club club scene, Warpaint inspires naps. Let's just say Buffy would not shy away from most of these tracks, especially "Biggy", where we can only imagine her on the dance floor of The Bronze in her little black dress making eyes to Angel across the room. Yes, this album takes us back, but not to a place we would like to revisit.