Restlessness

This is in no way a review. I suck at reviews because, well, let’s be hon­est here. I usu­ally enjoy every­thing I pick up because I pick up things I know I’ll enjoy. On the off chance I’m not totally enam­ored with what­ever it is that I chose, it’s not much of a dis­like — just not enough love for it.

On that note: I absolutely love Con­tra by Vam­pire Week­end. The album as a whole … just works. It’s def­i­nitely more mature than their epony­mous debut album, and I’m lov­ing the increase of drum usage (and other instru­ments. Dur). I don’t really remem­ber who got me into Vam­pire Week­end, but I saw them at the Roger’s Pic­nic back in 2008 (okay, a year and a half ago) and they were so. much. fun. and really good.

The flack they got for being a group of Ivy League prep­sters was not deserved. One doesn’t need to be a starv­ing artist to be able to write music and pro­duce stuff peo­ple will enjoy. Not that I have any tal­ent myself, so really, I’m just say­ing that I quite enjoy Vam­pire Week­end and their adorable sweaters and loafers and out­fits that doesn’t hide who they are.

I’d give a lis­ten to all the songs, and see which strikes your fancy. While “Hor­chata” makes me smile, and “Diplomat’s Son” is my friend, Allie’s cur­rent favourite, “Taxi Cab” is one of my favourites. The auto-tune in “Cal­i­for­nia Eng­lish” while strange at first, is begin­ning to grow on me in a lovely way.

I’m a super huge fan of songs that make me smile, make me want to dance, and really, are easy to lis­ten to. That’s what Vam­pire Week­end is — an easy lis­ten that some­times makes me smile and some­times makes me want to dance.