Lucksmiths
Why That Doesn't Surprise Me
[Clover/Drive-In]
Rating: 8.0
I've never met a real, live Lucksmiths fan, but I get the feeling that most of
them are pretty damn obnoxious when it comes to talking about the band. The
largely unheard Aussie trio has garnered a following that makes up for its
small size with heaping portions of reverence. Their website, for example,
includes cute little inside features, like the Top 5 Lucksmiths songs, as
voted by the fans. Like Belle and Sebastian circa 1996-97 (who had a similar
feature on their website), the Lucksmiths are practically personal property to
their fanbase; they are the small "cult" band that the 15-year-old in all of
us hordes and keeps for ourselves.
I apologize to all Lucksmiths fans for making strides to out their greatness.
The band is simply worthy of the myriad cappuccino cups of mouth foam that
their rabid following has bestowed. I'll risk all-out exploitation, by deeming
them worthy of even a larger fanbase, even though their sixth (proper) album,
Why That Doesn't Surprise Me, isn't much of a departure for them, or
music in general. Bands like Felt, Field Mice, and, most recently, Belle and
Sebastian have forged, realized, and revisited the sunny terrain of twee
guitar-pop that the Lucksmiths play on. The band is utterly content in
presenting simple, catchy love songs that make no waves to innovate. And
that's fine, because they're damn good at it.
Perhaps an even more appropriate description of the Lucksmiths sound is found
in the title of Surprise Me's opening track, "Music to Hold Hands To."
One could do little more than sway to the cleanly produced, mid-tempo gem, but
as drummer/vocalist Tali White explains, "Sometimes something you can dance to/
Is the last thing that you need." The album's most infectious track, "Self
Preservation," is frenetically jangly, and bolstered by stuttering, punchy
drums. And it's about breaking up. During the unforgettable chorus, a
celebration of horns joins in, and White only seems happier, singing, "And
whatever comes next/ If we leave the nest/ Don't settle for less than what
we've got." This optimistic take on the potentially maudlin territory of
Splitsville is immediately endearing-- much more so than the similarly themed,
humdrum piano ballad "All the Recipes I've Ever Ruined."
While we've heard all this guitar-pop stuff before, it's through their lyrics
that the Lucksmiths make their distinct mark. Guitarist Marty Donald, bassist
Mark Monnone, and White all write songs, and they're all brimming with
cleverness. Monnone evokes Billy Bragg's ability to make the mundane witty
in "Don't Bring Your Work to Bed." In "First Cousin," White's imagery is
first-rate in confessions like, "You were like a storm that I could talk to."
And Donald (who wrote the bulk of the songs here) is so cunning that his
wordplay sometimes goes overboard; in "Synchronized Sinking," he writes, "Why
don't you let go of your boy and see/ You've lost none of your buoyancy?"
But I'll take flagrant wordsmith pride over triteness any day. The fact that
Why That Doesn't Surprise Me comes almost four years after the last
Lucksmiths album makes sense: this sort of intelligence takes time to filter
into meter and rhythm.
Because it's so consistently and remarkably enjoyable, Why That Doesn't
Surprise Me has the right to become the Lucksmiths' breakthrough, their
The Boy With the Arab Strap, if you will. Drive-In Records, of course,
is no Matador as far as distribution goes, and it's doubtful that the band
will ever gain a following larger than the one they already have. So, the
tried-and-true fans should be content in the fact that they're right, now more
than ever. As for the rest of the world, just know that Why That Doesn't
Surprise Me is the most entertaining Australian export since Nad's Hair
Removal System. Delicious!
-Richard M. Juzwiak