Xavier Lassiter – Arts and Entertainment Editor
The twenty-year mark is rarified air for bands. There are many, many traps that wait to snatch up unsuspecting acts: the one hit wonders, the music scenes that mold into yard sale fodder, and the dreaded prima donna front man. Yet here they are—Spoon returns with their eighth studio album. They have avoided most of the pitfalls that ensnare younger bands, yet perhaps it’s one of their virtues that slightly held them back this go around: professionalism.
They hit the studio and made a good album. Any band would kill for a good album, but with Spoon you’d expect a little more. They’ve built a career on walking the fine line between pop and experimental garage rock. Each album between Girls Can Tell and Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga saw Spoon tweaking their sound and trying new things while also maintaining the identity of a reliable catchy rock band. Though, on They Want My Soul, and much like their previous Transference, they’ve become a tad complacent—It’s definitely a perceived complacency, since they’ve spoiled listeners over the years with great albums. At any rate, They Want My Soul is 40 minutes of solid music. It’s concise, and potent.
The twenty-year mark is rarified air for bands. There are many, many traps that wait to snatch up unsuspecting acts: the one hit wonders, the music scenes that mold into yard sale fodder, and the dreaded prima donna front man. Yet here they are—Spoon returns with their eighth studio album. They have avoided most of the pitfalls that ensnare younger bands, yet perhaps it’s one of their virtues that slightly held them back this go around: professionalism.
They hit the studio and made a good album. Any band would kill for a good album, but with Spoon you’d expect a little more. They’ve built a career on walking the fine line between pop and experimental garage rock. Each album between Girls Can Tell and Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga saw Spoon tweaking their sound and trying new things while also maintaining the identity of a reliable catchy rock band. Though, on They Want My Soul, and much like their previous Transference, they’ve become a tad complacent—It’s definitely a perceived complacency, since they’ve spoiled listeners over the years with great albums. At any rate, They Want My Soul is 40 minutes of solid music. It’s concise, and potent.
The twenty-year mark is rarified air for bands. There are many, many traps that wait to snatch up unsuspecting acts: the one hit wonders, the music scenes that mold into yard sale fodder, and the dreaded prima donna front man. Yet here they are—Spoon returns with their eighth studio album. They have avoided most of the pitfalls that ensnare younger bands, yet perhaps it’s one of their virtues that slightly held them back this go around: professionalism.
Photo Credit: Chris Goldberg
They hit the studio and made a good album. Any band would kill for a good album, but with Spoon you’d expect a little more. They’ve built a career on walking the fine line between pop and experimental garage rock. Each album between Girls Can Tell and Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga saw Spoon tweaking their sound and trying new things while also maintaining the identity of a reliable catchy rock band. Though, on They Want My Soul, and much like their previous Transference, they’ve become a tad complacent—It’s definitely a perceived complacency, since they’ve spoiled listeners over the years with great albums. At any rate, They Want My Soul is 40 minutes of solid music. It’s concise, and potent.
