Artist: Vampire Weekend
Album: Contra
Label: XL Recordings
Release Date: January 12th
Genre: Indie
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In a world where music has become ubiquitous, many people approach new sounds armed with cultural, psychosocial, and personal biases. Disarming them of preconceived notions is one of the most valuable assets for a band. And what is more disarming than a jack-in-the-box tune behind lyrics that rhyme a hot beverage (horchata) with a pullover ski mask (balaclava)? Not much. Unless those very lyrics are being vocalized by a New Yorker with a suspiciously British accent. That’s exactly how Vampire Weekend attempts to disarm their listeners on their sophomore album, Contra. For those familiar with history - or those in their 30s - the name may ring a bell, for it was the title of anti-Sandinista Nicaraguan revolutionaries in the early 80s. Perhaps Vampire Weekend is trying to sound as…revolutionary as possible?
Disarming and revolutionary is quite a juxtaposition. Thus Ezra Koenig and company set their goals high, laughing in the face of the famed “sophomore slump.” Their minimal indie pop has certainly evolved since their first album; where Vampire Weekend drew on the 60s, Contra assimilates the unassuming and frivolous aspects of the most recent critically-acclaimed scenes. Where their debut asked “who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?”, Koenig now sings “funny how that little college girl called language corrupt” through autotune that borders on tasteless. Could he perhaps be talking about himself? Vampire Weekend may have discussed crushes on “Campus,” but Contra prefers to echo The Boss on its let’s-get-outta-here hymn “Run.” It makes sense - Koenig and his bandmates are no longer just out of college, but now in their mid-20s. Which could also explain why they titled their album after a rebellion.
The band seem to want to grow up lyrically (subject-wise; their lyrics have always been solid) at the same time as they revert to their childhood musically. The similarities to advertising ditties can no longer be denied; the melodies are bright and fun, and unfortunately for the band, approach predictable. Two of the album’s longest songs, placed at the very end, attempt to reverse this trend. However, the Hawaiian tinkles of “Diplomat’s Son” don’t exactly complement the strains of “I Think UR a Contra,” all too similar to a falsetto Ian Curtis. And Joy Division would be more creative than “I had a feeling once that you and I/ Could tell each other everything for two months.”
The thing about Contra is that it’s so disarming that you want to like it. You really do, even if you don’t. And if you’re into quirky indie pop, you probably will, because it’s a well-written and well-performed album with 36 minutes worth of self-aware lyrics and sincere, nonchalant tunes. But for some, it will be comparable to a musical emoticon - cute, but not an authentic expression. Its clinks and plinks may be entertaining, and do succeed in disarmament, far better than Nicaragua. They do not, however, provide anything revolutionary to the music world, and Contra is not as good an album as Vampire Weekend want it to be.
Track Listing:
1. Horchata
2. White Sky
3. Holiday
4. California English
5. Taxi Cab
6. Run
7. Cousins
8. Giving Up the Gun
9. Diplomat’s Son
10. I Think Ur A Contra
Similar To: Spoon, Ra Ra Riot, The Shins
Review by: Jordy K.









I’d give it 4 maybe 4.5, but otherwise good review.
I love the last paragraph; it sums it up well. Thanks!