Prior to the release of their sixth original
album, ‘The Stars Are Indifferent To Astronomy’, Nada Surf announced their
intent for a return to a more visceral, practice room aesthetic. For a band
whose retreat from skate-punk tinged alternative rock testosterone (and with it
commercial growth) came almost immediately after the buzz of their one and only
college radio hit back in ‘95, the surprise is not their disenchantment with
overdoing it in the studio, but simply that it didn’t happen sooner. However,
although their opening riff, a meaty juggernaut of chip-board distortion, is a
valiant statement that their dreams of time-travelling reinvigoration are
earnest, most of what comes afterwards, much like the misguided softening that
stunted their career after ‘High/Low’, is a bit of a wimp out.
The onion layers of guitar overdubs, with synths, glockenspiels and
horns all making appearances, may bring into question how much their supposed
practice room aesthetic has been realised, but it’s still Nada Surf’s best
piece of work for a while. And whilst age may not have brought much maturity,
it has brought some depth – Beach Boys harmonies crop up in ‘Waiting For
Something’ and some of the riffs in ‘When I Was Young’ have an almost Sigur
Ros-like lumber – they’ve been doing their homework. Their ability to solder
hook upon hook is still as sharp as ever – it’s hard not to feel a tad bitter
for them, their songwriting proficiency was clearly robbed of bigger and better
rewards.
However, as is often the case in aging college rock bands, the cringey
nostalgia that a prolonged career can bring is self-indulgent and alienating
for new audiences. Key lyrics like “it’s never too late for teenage dreams”,
“how many dreams do we hold on to” and “it always feels like I’m waiting for
something” are straight out of the has-been guidebook, but at the same time
express a sense of awkward discomfort at living in the past. Perhaps the apt
naming of their finale - ‘The Future’ - is a sign that they are finally ready
to move on.
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