Look, we know these guys mean well – we’re just not really feeling their hippy-disco good vibes
Wow, [a]Yacht[/a] are annoying. Wafty electro hippies with a penchant for [a]MGMT[/a]-style sci-fi whimsy, they describe themselves as “a band, a belief system and a business”, and their blog is full of such new-age cockwaffle as, “We consider [a]Yacht[/a] to be an evolutionary entity that grows constantly while remaining true to its origins, spirit and message.” Their fifth album has an equally gaseous theme – something about building a planetary utopia in our minds, dude.
The Portland, Oregon-based duo would have us believe they’re a wacky cult, calling us aboard their rocketship for a trip to the planet Good Vibez. It probably makes sense if you’re obliterated in a field, but for anyone living in the real world, it’s like being bricked up in a mineshaft with the world’s most boring stoner.
Sonically, [a]Yacht[/a] have much in common with the likes of [b]!!![/b], [a]Chew Lips[/a] or [a]Chairlift[/a] – they belong to that sub-genre of disco music made by people who have never been anywhere near a disco. Signed to DFA, they’re big on those chunky LCD basslines that make you do a white man’s overbite, before you catch your reflection in the window and loathe yourself.
Rock bottom comes with the title track, which features a spoken-word invitation to upload your soul to a global consciousness. “[i]Our spirit will become so great everything will come to a stop! We will dance upon the entire universe![/i]”, wibbles singer Claire L Evans.
It would be alright if they believed this stuff, but it’s all done with the detached sneer beloved of hipsters worldwide. They’re faux-hippies, not real ones. So I’m sorry [a]Yacht[/a], but when the galactic hovercraft comes to take us all away, I’m staying put. Nothing personal. I just have nothing in common with you people.