The Go Find
Stars On The Wall

An album of beauty reconstructed at the table, this one by the Belgians The Go Find: an indie-tronica with delicate and subdued tones, like the extremely controlled voice of the multitasker Dieter Sermeus. It travels halfway between the nostalgic melodies of the latest Death Cab For Cutie, recovering Grandaddy, touching here and there the less dark Piano Magic, brushing against certain intimate caramelosities à la Aqualung, with Notwist glimpsed in the background. The music is at times minimal, very sober, controlled, but without being overly dainty.

A nocturnal album, or for secluded days, protected by a reassuring, somewhat plasticky cotton wool. "Dictionary" immediately showcases the elements of the album: catchy melodies, basic arpeggios that blend well with the keyboard phrasings. Here, truly, Death Cab duplicated. The same goes for "New Year", emphasizing how the tones of this album are yellowish, blue, nuanced, or perhaps an almost antiseptic white, a moccasin-beige, which does not detract from this piece's understated charm.

The introversion of the band from Antwerp is not autistic or pathological (like Piano Magic), but rather serene, beneficial, pacifying. Delicious, in this sense, is the slightly eighties flavor of "Adrenaline" (mentioning the exquisite chorus: the best track). It is interesting that there is room for two pieces of pure folk, between Tom Brosseau and Xavier Rudd: "Downtown" is almost whispered, "Monday Morning" has a touch of America, with country coloring. The two strips down do not change, however, the atmosphere of the album, which offers lunar and amazed tracks, marked by hypnotic arpeggios ("Ice Cold Ice": for rocking on a summer terrace) and other short jewels of pop like elementary school notebook borders ("25 Years").

The risk is getting bored of one's own melancholy, and it’s a risk that becomes evident especially towards the end of the album, where the duller tracks are congregated, and when the desire to get moving starts to make itself felt. The sweet complacency of The Go Find is as unflappable as a Flemish who says thank you when you step on his foot. There's nothing to do: they can draw stars on the wall better than anyone else. But, damn: they're drawn on a wall.