Flin Flon
Boo-Boo
[Teenbeat]
Rating: 7.0
Flin Flon's aggressively stiff, Spartan interpretation of New Wave and British post- punk seems
the next logical step for Mark Robinson. With Unrest, he was a veritable catalog of eccentric
obsessions, played out in songs which practically defined "indie pop:" a guitar jangle sped up
into a fast strum or slowed down to an icy chime, a suitably propelling rhythm section, and
dreamy, yearning vocals. But sometimes I think Robinson's obsession with musical precision
borders on the unhealthy; every move that Flin Flon makes, every note and drumbeat, is so
entirely deliberate that it borders on the fetishistic. Which is probably what Robinson and
company mean to do, but I still find it a tad creepy.
By all rights, I should love Flin Flon, as I'm an avowed fan of simple, stripped- down pop
songs. And Boo-Boo continues Flin Flon's "play only one note at a time" aesthetic
introduced on A-OK, with wiry (Wire-y?) radar- blip guitar lines, thick, just- slightly-
distorted bass, and abstract drumming. Oh, and we can't forget Mark Robinson's vocals, still
boyish and innocent, singing lyrics that are even more cryptic than ever.
So why don't I like Boo-Boo all that much? It might be as simple as Flin Flon spending
all their time on achieving the right sound, at the expense of the songwriting. A-OK is
definitely the poppier record, and it certainly has more memorable hooks; Boo-Boo could
be interpreted as a classic sophomore slump, an attempt to experiment more within the severe
limitations the band has set for itself. Good moments include "Mistaken Point," which
effortlessly shifts gears from elegantly gloomy to boisterous and upbeat; "Jumpers"' scattered
drumming and bubbly bass; and "Virgin Arm," which hits the pop- song nail right on the head.
Overall, though, Boo-Boo leaves me a bit cold. I miss the days when Robinson wasn't
afraid to sweep his audience away to a giddy indie pop wonderland. Then again, I also miss
"Alf." Why the hell isn't that show in syndication?
-Nick Mirov