Django Django - 'Django Django'
Release Date: January 30, 2012
Producer: David MacLean
Format - MP3
2. Hail Bop.mp34:03
6. Zumm Zumm.mp35:19
7. Hand Of Man.mp32:36
8. Love's Dart.mp33:49
11. Life's A Beach.mp33:05
12. Skies Over Cairo.mp33:32
13. Silver Rays.mp33:50
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Django Django are four men who, among many other things, play guitars, drums, bass, and sing. This is pretty much the only thing theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got in common with any other emerging British band right now. We say Ã¢â‚¬ËœemergingÃ¢â‚¬â„¢, but the Edinburgh art-pop foursome first started garnering new band fizz in 2009. A three-year gestation of hype to album delivery would normally be as fatal to a band as their singer being run over by an articulated truck, but Django Django have emerged from their pupal stage showing off a blinding array of colours, and their debut album takes flight bound for somewhere new.
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not, though, somewhere entirely without precedent. The major inspiration on Ã¢â‚¬ËœDjango DjangoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ would appear to be the works of The Beta Band. Yup, for some bands The Libertines are Day One. For others itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the Stones. For Django Django, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the now-defunct Scottish indie semi-legends who were as much characterised by their muddy, spliff-friendly tones as their intrepid, far-sighted eclecticism.
Funnily enough, there is a family connection Ã¢â‚¬â€œ Django bandleader David Maclean is the younger brother of Betas keyboardist John Maclean. Even so, theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve moved on from their predecessorsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ sofa-bound outlook on life. The rootsy acoustic scrapes, sneaker-shuffling rhythms, echo-slung vocals Ã¢â‚¬â€œ all Beta trademarks. But Django make an itchy, Vitamin D-saturated music that grabs hold of their inner stoner, hauls him off the settee and catapults him out into the blazing sunshine.
We begin with Ã¢â‚¬ËœHail BopÃ¢â‚¬â„¢, a baffling mix of tribal drums, electro-whooshes and cowboy whistles and cricket chirrups. This gives way to the kind of irresistible chant-chorus that peppers the entire album, and ensures that, as far as envelopes are being pushed stylistically, the finished product always hits your lap sounding dead-on immediate. There are echoes of Hot Chip in Ã¢â‚¬ËœHand Of ManÃ¢â‚¬â„¢, while Ã¢â‚¬ËœLoveÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s DartÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ is drum machine-bedded acoustic fingerpicking sliced from the most tender parts of Gruff RhysÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ brain. Out in front, though, is the Tarantino-theme-via-Calexico bounce of Ã¢â‚¬ËœLifeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s A BeachÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ Ã¢â‚¬â€œ as immediate an anthem as youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re going to get from a band who clearly have the attention span of month-old puppies. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s an album characterised by its sharp stylistic swerves, but never feels jumbled or incoherent.
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a dream of the psychedelic tropics, a heady explosion of colours, an album that takes what it means to be Ã¢â‚¬Ëœin an indie bandÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ and gives it a good shake. Time to pay a visit.