It’s a cloudy day in New York, dear loyal patrons. A very classic New York day; sure some people long for those clear blue skies whose frequency is becoming infinitesimal by this almost October season, but I say nay as I shelf my sunblock for the season and rejoice in my over-sized knit sweater.
Enough about me, let’s get to the music: You may think this makes me prime Brooklynite material but alas, no. I am proud of my Chinatown-located domicile and take pride in mocking all my Brooklyn-based friends for their very stereotyped behavior.
Take a listen to this criminally forgotten album; it is here that you will find everything you are dazedly looking for out your office window but got too distracted by the sight of Halal and the rumble in your belly to find.
The melody is classic cloudy day vibes, nothing faster than a sectional cascade of fingers down the piano keys / distorted squeals, deep vocals and a rockin’ electro-synth because we live in the twenty-first century.
Yea, the music is good but if you are one who needs to find solidarity in the lyrics to really jam. Relax, because all that goodness is here too. Sam France is the vocalist and he is whimsical enough to bring out a little chuckle from the most cynical critics with lines like “There’s no need to be an asshole, you’re not in Brooklyn anymore” but in the very next song, “On Blue Mountain” stirs a slower, more repressed love all too typical of an NYC-single.
Give the entire album a listen, or even a re-listen and I can assure you that it will not be time wasted.
When you finish and you find yourself tweakin’ for some more Foxygen – give this video a watch and remind yourself why Foxygen is more than just banging tunes but also just plain fun: