(This is my very personal revenge against my non-art history professor. The review dates back to 10/10/2005)
"Clap your hands [and] say yeah". This is the eponymous debut work of five New Yorkers from Brooklyn. Released unnoticed at the end of May, completely self-produced and still unavailable in "non-specialized" music stores, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah is the most shocking and moving album of all 2005.
These five guys, already loved by David Bowie and David Byrne, offer a refined alt rock, between new-wave and country sounds. Close to Tom Waits with splashes of Neutral Milk Hotel, Modest Mouse, and Wilco, CYHASY mix epic rhythms ("The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth") with rhythms leaning towards a climax of emotions ("Details Of The War") evoked by lacerating galloping guitars ("Is This Love?").
The creator of this dizzying hypnotic whirlwind is Alec Ounsworth's awkward, off-key, epileptic voice which, along with the rest of the group, gives life to a naive, melancholic, and generally light sound (there is indeed a preference for arpeggios rather than chord progressions). Propelled, like the other cult phenomenon of the Indie scene, the Wolf Parade, by bloggers, CYHSY are the emblem of that imperfect rock that never stops regenerating, in the alternating of dark and decadent atmospheres with sunny and almost transcendental ones.
So beautiful that it makes you cry and even swear, but with joy.
The pairing Let The Cool Goddess Rust Away and Over And Over Again (Lost And Found) is overwhelmingly captivating, and will indeed remain the highest point of the album.
Sometimes we find it: track 6, "The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth."
Love a woman, with all the passion and ardor we are allowed. Wallow in a bath of sadness and euphoria. Be reborn. Die. Hope.