In 2012, the painting ‘Royal Red and Blue’ by Mark Rothco sold at auction for £47.3 million. It is three blocks of colour painted on top of another block of colour and I cannot pretend to understand the appeal. I have never been a fan of the minimalist movement, but I appreciate that tastes differ. Obviously someone loved those blocks enough to spend more money on them than a rural Irish town is worth – residents included.
This is somewhat how I view Tame Impala’s new album, ‘Currents’. I feel as though I’ve missed something. It reminds me quite a bit of the monotonous fake hipster music that makes me decide I’d rather try a top on at home than wait for the changing rooms in Urban Outfitters.
Though many of the melodies are initially promising, they are ultimately lost in a chaotic storm of techno mishmash. In the majority of the tracks, the lyrics, though they are few and subject to frequent repetition, are unintelligible. There is an overwhelming lack of structure throughout the album – every moment of every track seems to serve little purpose other than to link one farrago to another.
It would, however, be cruel of me to only give negative criticism. There are some good points to this album. ‘Yes I’m Changing’, the fourth track, shows some potential. I almost did a double take when I could actually understand the words. Again, track number five, ‘Eventually’, isn’t quite as tumultuous as the others – though the lyrics (consisting mostly of a continuous, lengthy and unnecessary use of elongated A’s) leave a lot to be desired.
While I cannot say that I enjoyed listening to this album, I must give some credit to Tame Impala. ‘Currents’ is avant garde and certainly pushes boundaries – though whether those boundaries should have been left as they were is debatable. For any fans of the Pet Shop Boys of Phil Collins, it might be worth a listen, but I think I’ve had quite enough of ‘Currents’ for the time being.