A deliberately frothy take on an under-documented moment in US politics
Your average Pachyderm may be a comical beast, but there's always a certain grace about the eyes....
It's clear enough that Elephant have something of an identity problem, as they mooch moodily from fragile, Joy Division-style portentousness ('Buttonhole'), to Numanoid nonchalance ('With A View To The East'), to feedback frenzy ('Serial Fucker'). The constant throughout these songs is the relentlessly grim, po-faced attitude. It's not utterly depressing in a 'Holy Bible' way though, simply because there's no personality here, no-one to empathise with, no real pain to share.
Prostrate at the cobwebbed altar of Ian Curtis, Robert Smith and every other humourless grouch who's ever haunted a recording studio, Elephant fail to find a new angle on such overdone nihilism. With no original insights into the human condition revealed beyond deadpan doom-mongering ("I need to get a grip 'cos the world outside is sick"), 'Heyday' remains uninvolving and pointless.
Less Dumbo, then, more a particularly dull episode of Babar.
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A Western that revolves around a trio of gun-wielding female leads, and has a clear and consistent feminist message