Tilt and Echo NEON INDIAN / KEENHOUSE / TIGERCITY / LITTLE RED RADIO / SHORT CIRCUIT

Neon Indian

For Alan Palomo, reflecting on the music of the Reagan era has a personal component. The Texas-reared Mexico native’s dad, Jorge, was a bit of a Spanish-language pop star in the late 1970s and early 80s. The analog electronics of that bygone period echo throughout the younger Palomo’s increasingly promising previous recordings, whether with former band Ghosthustler (he wore the Power Glove in the video for their “Parking Lot Nights”) or, more recently, on VEGA’s Well Known Pleasures EP. Finally, working with Brooklyn-based visual collaborator Alicia Scardetta as Neon Indian, Palomo has brought all the best of 2009’s summer sounds– bedroom production, borrowed nostalgia, unresolved sadness, deceptively agile popcraft– together on a single album.

Whatever they owe to the past, the memories on Psychic Chasms are Palomo’s and ours. Soft vocals recalling You Made Me Realise-era Kevin Shields. Italo-disco synth arpeggios. Hall & Oates drum sounds. Divebombing video-game effects. Brittle guitar distortion. Manipulated tapes that bend the notes the way Shields’ “glide guitar” did, the way bluesmen’s fret fingers did. Field recordings of birds. Oohing and ahhing backing vocals. And samples, on at least two songs, of the elder Palomo, whose electro-rock approach was quite similar. All combine on eight or nine unforgettable songs and a few tantalizingly brief interludes, indelibly capturing the glamor and bleary malaise of being young and horny as an empire devours itself.

Like a low-rent Daft Punk, Palomo takes what 1990s rock fans probably would’ve considered cheesy– LinnDrum and Oberheim rhythms, Chromeo-plated electro-funk Korg riffs, processed party-vocal samples– and not only makes them part of a distinct artistic vision, but also keeps them fun. Quick opener “(AM)” is rife with detail, as an indecipherable tenor floats over a mock-dramatic drum fill and 8-bit star cruisers do battle against twinkling fairy dust. Another sub-minute interstitial track, “(If I Knew, I’d Tell You)”, keeps its secrets to itself, letting multiple melodic synth lines hint at a gulf-sized pool of melancholy over a tape-altered rhythm track. “Laughing Gas”, at slightly more than a lyric-less minute and a half, is the one that ruins my attempted distinction between songs and interludes, with bongo drums, robot vocal samples, and euphoric giggles straight out of those Air France kids’ dreams. The cumulative result is a meltdown-deadened but deliriously inventive perspective on pop. – Pitchfork

with:
Keenhouse
Tigercity
Little Red Radio
Short Circuit

@ Echoplex
enter at 1154 Glendale Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90026

9pm / $12 / 18+