Is
lo-fi
indie pop
dead? Perish the thought! As long as guys like
Stuart McLamb
have a song in their heart and a cheap recording setup in their bedroom, homemade
pop
epics will be embraced by folks wearing carefully chosen thrift-store sweaters all over the world, and
McLamb
's project
the Love Language
is the latest example of this long and noble tradition. While
exists as a six-piece band that's taken this music on the road, their first album is a one-man-band effort, with
writing all the songs, playing all the instruments and handling the engineering and mixing all by himself. In an era where digital technology has put quality recording in the hands of even the most humble amateur,
's dedication to low fidelity (especially in the distorted, overdriven vocals) seems like a sincere if possibly misguided homage to the Golden Era of four-track cassette machines, but thankfully he's a better musician than most of the characters who have blazed these trails, and he's a gifted, engaging songwriter. The sweet, lovesick opener
"Two Rabbits,"
the
country
-flavored love proclamation
"Stars,"
Spector
-on-a-budget spectacle of
"Nocturne,"
the waltz-time sway of
"Manteo,"
and the near-
Merseybeat
pop of
"Sparxxx"
show
has an impressive number of tricks up his sleeve, and if his skills as an engineer leave a bit to be desired, as a writer and arranger he's already a force to be reckoned with.
The Love Language
could be the first of a long series of charming
efforts from
, or a demo for some grand-scale studio project in his future; either way, it's a short (29 minutes), sweet serving of
from someone who is clearly a talent to watch, even if he's still getting the kinks out of his working process. ~ Mark Deming