Real Estate - Atlas (4 stars)

A shimmery, woozy slice of hazy jangle pop from Martin Courtney and co

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This article is from 2014.

Real Estate - Atlas

(Domino)

Going on three years now since Real Estate’s last album Days parked itself on your stereo and refused to budge, at last comes something to dislodge it – its every-bit-as-addictive successor Atlas. Few contemporaries top this New Jersey group – now grown to a five-piece with the addition of keyboardist Matt Kallman – for sheer all-moods, all-weather, all-hours listenability. Nor it seems – now three records and five-years deep into their career, with much great stuff arriving in parallel too from guitarist Matt Mondanile’s not-dissimilar side-project Ducktails – for simple consistency.

Steeped in Byrds-y jangle-pop classicism and such summery warmth you can practically smell hot pavement wafting from your speakers throughout, like Days, this is hardly revolutionary stuff. But then neither is Atlas necessarily a genre piece. With a horizontally laidback weave of guitars and bass, opener ‘Had To Hear’ reintroduces a band who struck on a subtly distinctive signature sound pretty much straight from the off with their self-titled 2009 debut, and have since set themselves to developing its textures, tones, shades and simple detail, while steadily growing its timeless appeal. Felt-style jangly instrumental jam ‘April’s Song’ – an instrumental being the traditional centrepiece of every Real Estate album to date – expresses wordlessly a sense of carefree majesty that other bands can expend whole albums trying to capture.

‘Talking Backwards’ is possibly Real Estate’s best single yet, a shimmering muse on the frustrations of long-distance romance and making sense of vivid dreams set to chiming and darting melodies. ‘The Bend’ resolves on a phase-washed wave of gentle Beatles-y psychedelia. Conjuring scenes of bunking off ‘out the backdoor’ to stare at shadows and wander aimlessly to the edge of town, shallow sigh of a closer ‘Navigator’ could practically be the stoned young suburban daydreamer’s lament, as Martin Courtney sings in his uniquely woozy way: ‘The day is young but I’m already spent, I have no idea where the time went.’ Several repeat spins of Atlas later, you’ll be wondering where the time went too.

This article is from 2014.

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