Here are the album reviews I wrote for the September issue of EL Magazine, which was distributed in Tokyo last weekend.

Some Nights
-Fun. (Fueled By Ramen/Warner)
Time Capsules II
-Oberhofer (Glassnote/Hostess)
You drop your guard for only a minute and look up to discover that popular music is suddenly overrun with positivity. Is it a compensating reaction to widespread pain and despair or simply another fad? If we take the orchestral pop trio Fun. as the vanguard act in this movement it would seem to be the latter, though there’s no escaping the feeling that lead singer Nate Ruess is sincere on every level. Even the Auto-Tune that dominates the centerpiece statement of purpose, “It Gets Better,” seems totally redundant in trying to brighten up Ruess’s emo-inflected effusions, because by this point we don’t need convincing. The copious Queen analogies that have followed the band since their debut, Aim and Ignite, were proferred because of the aggressive vocal harmonies, but Ruess mainly honors Freddie Mercury by constantly staying on top of the dense, hyperactive arrangements, some of which can be credited to his busy colleagues, guitarist Jack Antonoff and multi-instrumentalist Andrew Dost, but is chiefly the work of producer Jeff Bhasker, who was famous for giving Kanye’s My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy its alluring sheen. For that reason, a lot of people hear hip-hop here, but I don’t, not even on the Janelle Monae joint, “We Are Young.” In any case, Fun. realizes their self-appointed purpose best on grandly imagined rock songs like “Why Am I the One,” which sticks to a normal verse-chorus structure that allows them to wield their most potent weapon: a flair for the climactic melodic hook, like Bread with a taste for bombast. They should leave the complexity to their former fellow travelers in indie-land, like Brad Oberhofer, a nominally bedroom singer-songwriter who is as comfortable with baroque arrangements as he is with frilly pop fluff. For his debut album he snagged Steve Lilywhite as producer, a man who knows his bombast (U2, Rolling Stones), though usually in the service of rock that’s more conventional than Oberhofer’s. First there’s the voice, which, while capable of staying in key, can still elicit derisive grins and even outright giggles. Is he kidding with that posh tone on the merry-go-round-ready “Landline”? Apparently, a lot of people think so, because much of negative criticism the album elicits centers on the singing. I don’t see how you could appreciate Ruess’s exaggerated enunciations and not fall equally for Oberhofer’s nerdy grandiloquence. There’s something unique about the way he wags his tongue in “Away Frm U,” and if Lillywhite seems to pile on the keyboards as a means of counteracting the childish impulses and wayward humor, he underestimates Oberhofer’s confidence, which is earned. Whatever you want to say about his need to be in your face with his style, the guy can write ’em. And while the song subjects don’t necessarily bespeak bliss, they convey Oberhofer’s irrepressible youthfulness with bracing directness. Of course, the young have more of a right to be positive than anyone. It’s just nice to see them admit it. Continue reading →