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Singer-songwriter Sara Bareilles will be performing at the College’s fourth annual Yardfest on April 19, the College Events Board announced last night. The Grammy nominee will be followed by New York City electronic music group Ratatat, comprising Mike Stroud on guitar and Evan Mast on synthesizer. The group is known for its original instrumental compositions in addition to its sampled hip-hop remixes. “We have never had a big electronic band come to Yardfest in the past, so it’s something new,” said CEB Chair Kevin...
...somewhere between the fury of second-generation post-punk and the ragged grace of jangle pop. Releases like 1989’s “President Yo La Tengo” look ahead to alternative rock and the last major epoch of indie rock, with a balance of shaggy guitar lines and feedback loops screwed against a subdued but gleeful pop framework. The band’s classic trilogy of mid-90s albums, cresting with 1997’s near-perfect “I Can Hear the Heart Beating As One,” paralleled the success of indie...
...success, ultimately the album sags under the weight of its overused clichés and utterly insipid lyricism. Right from the start, the album smacks of NFG’s new sound. “Right Where We Left Off” barrels forth with heavily distorted, amped up guitars and dizzying cymbal crashes that don’t seem to actually have anything to do with the song’s rhythm. The first few tracks ring with an anthemic quality fueled by simple, catchy guitar riffs and en masse, screamed choral parts. While there are no clear standout...
Bareilles will be joined by New York City electronic music group Ratatat, comprised of Mike Stroud on guitar and Evan Mast on synthesizer...
...this, while others aren’t as fortunate. One such track, “Moment of Surrender,” is much too slow and labored to occupy its seven minute length; the drums sound overly monotonous and lifeless, and there’s an unnecessary, unbelievably boring guitar solo in the closing minutes. Bono yelps in an admirable attempt at soulfulness, but it sounds forced and disingenuous.The grinding intro of “Get On Your Boots” is catchy, but gives way to awkwardly tossed off verses within a handclap-filled massacre of Elvis Costello?...