The second album by the Thrills, released worldwide just a week ago, presents the Irish band enamored with the "American Dream" aesthetic in a different guise from the one with which they became known last year, with the successful debut album "So Much For The City".
That was a record where the band's debt to their reference artists (obviously Beach Boys, but also Neil Young and Byrds) was sometimes too obvious, hiding under catchy sixties refrains and sometimes irresistible melodies a personality not yet "focused" and decidedly derivative.
In this challenging second effort, the band led by singer Conor Deasy (beautiful voice, sunny yet at the same time sexy, intense and "Young-like") seems determined to make the decisive leap in quality, freeing themselves from the all "California & Girls" image that could risk tiring the audience, neither too indie nor too mainstream, at whom they aim.
However, the result was not fully achieved, as despite a certainly notable compositional maturity, "Let's Bottle Bohemia" does not feature chart-busting singles like the previous work, although it is true that you can't have your cake and eat it too: the fact is, paradoxically, it's actually the more "complicated" tracks that convince, the ones where the interplay of vocal harmonies and sophisticated chords (always a bit in the Brian Wilson style) aim high enough to truly cause some chills.
This is the case with the opening track, "Tell Me Something I Don't Know", where there is a clear example of how the band has grown instrumentally and compositionally: full-blown piano, nostalgic vocals, a chorus backed by a bass line that would make Lenny Kravitz envious, and a break of intense emotion. A great piece.
Track no. 2, "Whatever Happened to Corey Haim", the album's leading single, reaffirms the idea of a band more confident in its potential (remember, the album was practically composed during the "So Much For The City" tour), and not at all afraid to rely on a deeply 1970s string arrangement, almost à la Love Unlimited Orchestra, which miraculously manages to avoid kitsch (in England it's said the track is copied from the "Mork & Mindy" TV show theme).
In "Faded Beauty Queens" appears none other than Peter Buck as a guest star, a known admirer of the Beach Boys (naturally...): a somewhat country and somewhat vaudeville style, complete with accompanying banjo, and with a charming and catchy chorus that could be a future single.
"Saturday Night", acoustic and somewhat "southern", lies halfway between early Springsteen and Bob Dylan, but Conor Deasy's voice still makes it seem like an outtake by Crosby, Nash, Stills, and Young.
It's always America as the main (only?) source of inspiration: proof is the blues ballad "Not For All Love In The World", which after a very Lennon-style intro turns into a delicate and touching intimate moment worthy of the best Billy Joel; "Our Wasted Lives" is faster and rock'n'roll, but doesn't seem particularly inspired, except for a few vocal interplays.
"You Can't Fool Old Friends..." is absolutely the most beautiful song on the album, a "reverse" love song with synth inserts (naturally with a very vintage flavor) reminiscent of the more naive Belle & Sebastian: the melancholy/nostalgia of this piece is nothing short of poignant, and as always it's Conor's interpretation that makes it so evocative.
"Found My Rosebud" is another gem, a song in which sudden changes of tempo, melody, and mood occur, and perhaps this is the piece where the band demonstrates the cohesion and freshness gained compared to their first album.
"The Curse Of Comfort" is instead dark and nocturnal; "The Irish Keep Gate-Crashing" is a lively yet melancholic pop rock enriched with a wild string section, with a bass line that curiously owes something to "Babies" by Pulp, and for the first time revives the band's Irish roots.
Ultimately, a record that does not require many listens to be "digested", but that is in any case less "easy" than the debut album: as already mentioned, on one hand, the band has grown and shown they can reach emotional heights previously unimaginable, but on the other hand they have lost (it's unclear if voluntarily) the immediacy that favored their success.
In doubt, I give it a 4, I hope I got it right.

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   Tell Me Something I Don't Know (03:56)

02   Whatever Happened to Corey Haim? (03:34)

Now don't you believe me
Oh can't you see I'm full of lies
Oh something
Oh something once pure
I came to the city
To build a mountain of envy
And to marry a Kennedy

So let's stay out tonight
I just can't stop it
I just can't stop it
Ooh, girl I say ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Ooh, girl I say ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Corey Haim

So if I betray you
I won't be the first
You won't be the last
Oh something
Oh something once pure

On Paramount Pictures
I'm Andy Warhol with other ....
Hey ...
I'm the American dream

So let's stay out tonight
You see, I just can't stop it
I just can't stop it
Ooh, girl I say ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Ooh, girl I say ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Yeah Corey Haim Haim Haim Haim

So put on that dress tonight
You see, we just can't stop it
We just can't stop it
Ooh, hey girl I said ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Corey Haim

Alright, alright... alllright

03   Faded Beauty Queens (03:40)

04   Saturday Night (02:31)

Is this what they call love
Is this what they call love
Is this what they call love
on a Saturday night?

I’m just a man
I’m just a man
Not even a great one
I’m too vain for greatness
Is this what they call love
on a Saturday night?

Is this what they call sex
Is this what they call sex
Is this what they call sex
on a Saturday night?

Time for the night clubs
Time for the night clubs
Providing the soundtrack for
humping on dance floors
Is this what they call sex
on a Saturday night?
Alright

Is this what they call hate
Is this what they call hate
Is this what they call hate
on a Saturday night?

Broken your bottles
Broken your bottles
Thrown like American footballs
Hey its just jocks high on hormones
Is this what they call hate
on a Saturday night?
Alright
Is this what they call hate
on a Saturday night?
Alright

05   Not for All the Love in the World (04:06)

06   Our Wasted Lives (03:46)

Hey kids,
There's no romance in fate
You'll go far

Because all the one night stands
Could be within your hands

Here comes the hard sell from the top:
Used to sleep walk but I woke up
Felt emptier than a suburban swimming pool in the fall

Wait. I noticed today I've let years slip by. I don't know why.

It's not like I've got time on my side
It's not like I've got time on my side
Who will testify
For our wasted lives

Hey kids,
You've been type cast all your lives
but no more.

Guardian angels
should be ashamed of themselves

Here comes the hard sell from the top:
Lose faith in fate

07   You Can't Fool Old Friends With Limousines (03:12)

08   Found My Rosebud (04:19)

09   The Curse of Comfort (03:01)

10   The Irish Keep Gate-Crashing / A City of Long Nights (10:07)

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