However, the lyrical zeal is anything but sisyphean soundings. This effort has stripped-down imagery, in contrast to the immoderate Hazards of Love and ballads past—“The Mariner’s Revenge” creates vivid allegories via intricate details. And in 10 punchy tracks, less is more.
Listeners can perform their own imagination gymnastics, with tightly crafted stories ranging from “Don’t Carry It All” to plain old fun in “Down By the Water,” whose final verse sings “All dolled up in gabardine/ The lash-flashing Leda of pier 19/ Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag.” The band’s homespun approach is bolstered by Gillian Welch’s backing vocals on that track and six more. To borrow a word from “All Arise,” the album is a panoply of folkeoisie, a rhapsodic divergence from a band that rarely disappoints. (Capitol)
Tennis, Cape Dory
Post-college, they actualized their dream of captaining a mini-yacht—a Cape Dory—around the northern Atlantic. Afterwards, landlocked in Denver, Colo., the two mused Cape Dory, which nostalgically relives their paradigm-changing experience. Quick and focused, its California-esque surf-pop, featuring slightly fuzzy, bouncy guitar melodies and ooh-waah-oohing vocals, easily garners comparisons to Best Coast and the like. Tennis’ plenipotentiary minimalism has more melody and less reverb-ed callithump-iness.
Cape Dory’s sunny vibe melts the January cold in rapid succession—of the 10 songs, only three break the three-minute mark. “Bimini Bay” transports listeners to carefree days of young love. The driven “South Carolina” is a tempo-gainer mid-album, followed by jangly “Pigeon.” While “Marathon” is creating some well-deserved hype for the band, the fun, catchy “Seafarer” and “Baltimore” are the album’s underdogs. (Fat Possum)