CD: The Polyphonic Spree - Yes, It's True

Texan collective's good vibes remain intact as well as under the radar

This is a buoyant, likeable album but – to be dismal and pessimistic – maybe the moment has passed for The Polyphonic Spree. This would be a shame as they’re more interesting than 90 per cent of the wannabe guitar pop stars out there. However, a dozen years and four albums (five, if you include the Christmas one) into their career they appear no closer to catching on. Yes, It’s True is not a great deal different in quality or style from any of their previous albums. The band are experts in light psych-pop that beams out a benign smile and melodic warmth. This is no slight on their music, just that their wider profile may reflect public demand for light psych-pop that beams out a benign smile and melodic warmth.

The Texas band first made a name for themselves by coming on like a religious cult, appearing in concerts en masse all dressed in robes, but their leader, Tim DeLaughter, has more going for him than gimmicks. His lyrics are often pastiche-level hippy-drippy (“She’s got rollercoaster eyes” from “Hold Yourself Up”) but also retain interest by wandering away from cliché. The love song “You’re Golden” is notable, for instance, in listing character aspects which are not the central focus of affection (“It’s not your Facebook likes”). It emanates genuine, if over-sweetened, romance.

The Polyphonic Spree write sharp indie songs, dip them in Sixties whimsy and add contagious levels of sunshine brass and other orchestration. Their music sometimes recalls classic Bowie, early Primal Scream and XTC (or, at least, their side project, Dukes of Stratosphere), retaining a sweeping take on rock that’s their own yet blurred into the wider history of psychedelic pop. If this album had been released years ago and rediscovered last week by a writer or personality du jour, it might be hailed as a minor classic, but as the new one by an outfit entering early middle age, our gabbling, attention-deficit media are unlikely to pay due care and attention. It certainly deserves better than that.

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They write sharp indie songs, dip them in Sixties whimsy and add contagious levels of sunshine brass and orchestration

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