Album review: Foals
Foals
Antidotes
Label: Transgressive
Website: www.wearefoals.com
5 out of 5
There’s a dark place between rock and dance, a treacherous battleground that has seen many casualties and cadavers, many a fly-by-night chancer and one-hit wonder. In the past, these musical hybrids were to be approached with extreme caution.
Not so in the Noughties. Recent years have seen a resurgence in indie-dance including The Gossip’s dancefloor punk, CSS’ day-glo gal-rock and Klaxon’s award-winning nu-rave concoctions, to name but a few. And if you thought all this was good, wait till you get a load of Foals.
From the sparse, angular funk of The French Open to the mosquito-itch of Tron, Foals’ Antidotes is a record to be reckoned with. A brilliantly realised bit of dancy art-rock, this is a record that you sling on after the pub – safe in the knowledge that it’s appeal encompasses cooler-than-thou hipsters and people who, y’know, just wanna groove.
With Antidotes, Foals have cemented their place as one of the bands of 2008, their debut possibly the album of the year. And I say this with confidence, despite it being only February/March, because it’s rare that a record appears that seems to so perfectly capture the essence of a moment in time, that harnesses the zeitgeist and rides it ragged, whipping it into submission.
Foals are here to excite you, to get your toes tapping, your fingers snapping and your hips shaking. Who are you to argue?
Antidotes
Label: Transgressive
Website: www.wearefoals.com
5 out of 5
There’s a dark place between rock and dance, a treacherous battleground that has seen many casualties and cadavers, many a fly-by-night chancer and one-hit wonder. In the past, these musical hybrids were to be approached with extreme caution.
Not so in the Noughties. Recent years have seen a resurgence in indie-dance including The Gossip’s dancefloor punk, CSS’ day-glo gal-rock and Klaxon’s award-winning nu-rave concoctions, to name but a few. And if you thought all this was good, wait till you get a load of Foals.
From the sparse, angular funk of The French Open to the mosquito-itch of Tron, Foals’ Antidotes is a record to be reckoned with. A brilliantly realised bit of dancy art-rock, this is a record that you sling on after the pub – safe in the knowledge that it’s appeal encompasses cooler-than-thou hipsters and people who, y’know, just wanna groove.
With Antidotes, Foals have cemented their place as one of the bands of 2008, their debut possibly the album of the year. And I say this with confidence, despite it being only February/March, because it’s rare that a record appears that seems to so perfectly capture the essence of a moment in time, that harnesses the zeitgeist and rides it ragged, whipping it into submission.
Foals are here to excite you, to get your toes tapping, your fingers snapping and your hips shaking. Who are you to argue?
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