Yo La Tengo
When people write about Yo La Tengo, they typically concentrate on the fact that the band's drummer, Georgia Hubley, and its singer-guitarist, Ira Kaplan, are married, and that they sometimes sing about it. But the Hoboken trio are far more than an indie-rock version of the Eurythmics. They're really about something more elemental. Most Yo La Tengo albums come on like new collections of sounds, as if the band were digging into the very properties of music itself for raw material. 1990's Fakebook found incomparably warm, strummy tones for its obscure cover versions; 1993's Painful took the rock organ places even the Velvet Underground hadn't dreamt; and 1995's Electr-o-Pura unleashed a torrent of squalling guitar noise. The three Hobokeners were like diligent painters, finding entirely new families of colors.
But with I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One, in 1997, that changed; they began to combine their colors into new patterns and fresh textures. Besides their strengths as experimentalists, Kaplan and company have always been great craftsmen and great pop melodists, and what that album lost in adventure the band compensated by refining their approach. The same is true of this year's And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out. While Electr-o-Pura favored the band's intense, noisy side, this is a record comprised almost entirely of gentle and low-key songs, many with Hubley's wistful vocals.
The album's slow numbers are as good as anything the band has ever done, especially Hubley's country-ish "Tears Are in Your Eyes" and Kaplan's nostalgic "The Crying of Lot G" (which must be the most delicate homage to writer Thomas Pynchon ever penned). "Cherry Chapstick," an electrified, feedback-drenched wig-out that recalls Sonic Youth, will satisfy fans--especially the seriously caffeinated ones--of "Blue Line Swinger" and "Sugarcube."
Yo La Tengo with The Meat Puppets
With the most innovative music happening on turntables and in producers' studios, it's hard not to wonder if guitar-driven indie rock has become speech in a dead language. Despite the cheering of the record's press release, And Then Nothing does not break new ground for the band, and there probably is an atmospheric song (or two) too many. But in a day when even indie-rock stalwarts like Sebadoh and Pavement release second-rate albums, it's refreshing just to have top-shelf work from a major old-school band. And it's startling to see an already "adult" band (how many graduate degrees will be in the room when these guys play at Trees?) make a record even more mature than for what they've prepared us. Indie rock may not have many years left, but these three seem not to know it. They'll hum their way through the sunset.
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