Girls: There is something timeless and vital in the two full-length records that San Francisco's Girls have released in the last three years. In an era of indie music dominated by irony (see the nostalgic nonchalance of chillwave) and willful obscurity (see Radiohead's latest album, King of Limbs), it seems many musicians have stopped writing perfect pop songs. Thankfully, there has been a renaissance of old-fashioned songwriting in the music of Girls, whose lo-fi debut, Album, was released in 2009 to critical acclaim. They now follow with the more expansive and polished Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Singer-songwriter Christopher Owens' obsession with tunecraft sounds fresh, despite its long-gone influences. The new album sounds like a songbook of greats from 40 years ago, including early Fleetwood Mac, the Beach Boys, and Pink Floyd, with the fragility of Buddy Holly. Owens' heart is always on his sleeve, but he somehow avoids sappy sentimentality. [continue reading]
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