Album Review: New Young Pony Club - 'The Optimist' (Pias)
Ty and co's new dose of pure pop disco punk is edgier and more eager than ever
And this is not to say that [b]‘Fantastic Playroom’[/b] was, er, pony, it’s just that its highlight track [b]‘Ice Cream’[/b] had already been reissued more times than a [b]Pete Doherty[/b] court summons and had even been featured in a TV ad by the time the album surfaced. It was quite rightfully nominated for the [b]Mercury Prize[/b], but there was something slightly flat about the record. As the torrent of sexual puns and euphemisms tumesced, the sound got reedier and altogether more flaccid. Although there were only two or three filler tracks, there was something strangely prissy about the final product.
In the three years since, [b]NYPC[/b] have parted company with Modular, set up their own label The Numbers, lost bassist [b]Igor Volk[/b] (with guitarist [b]Andy Spence[/b] taking over bass duties on [b]‘The Optimist’[/b] and [b]Remy Mallett[/b] filling in live) but, most importantly, picked apart the Gordian knot of their sound, managing to hold onto everything that was initially so alluring about them and ditching everything else. The result is copper-bottomed, stone-clad, liquid nitrogen-fuelled pure pop genius. Like any good disco music, the shine from the mirrorball hides the fundamentally dark and millennial edge that hedonism always produces. Under the lush melodies lies a subtle but rather affecting melancholy.
Spence, Ty’s songwriting partner in addition to being guitarist, came up with a list of rules (which have been mainly rather than totally adhered to) including no four-to-the-floor beats, no cowbell and no ‘sexy’ talk or monotone vocals. These parameters were a fundamental necessity to shift the Pony Club out of their comfort zone. In making this (undoubtedly scary) leap away from what’s expected of them they’ve pulled off the second album reinvention of 2010. If last year saw [a]The Horrors[/a] emerging from a garage-rock/goth chrysalis a beautiful and dazzling creature, then NYPC have done the same thing in disco-punk terms. Actually, the comparison is a concrete one on the title track, where the pulsing [b]Cure[/b] bassline and tribal, tumbling drums from their Bonham-esque pounder [b]Sarah Jones[/b] provides a metronomic anchor for keyboardist [b]Lou Hayter[/b] to unleash psychedelic washes of organ, [b]Ulrich Schnauss[/b]-style screengaze manipulation and a thundering arpeggiator. All of this would be by the by, however, if Ty hadn’t delivered the goods like a slightly world-weary [b]Debbie Harry[/b]. She uses her voice like [b]Kevin Shields[/b] manipulates the tremolo arm of his guitar; on labyrinthine multi-layered vocal harmonies, she allows one note to drift slowly off-pitch provoking a palpable sense of lovesickness. You’ve probably already heard the killer releases [b]‘Lost A Girl’[/b] and [b]‘Chaos’[/b], but they don’t adequately prepare you for [b]‘We Want To’[/b] which opens as a chipper [b]ESG[/b]/[b]Delta 5[/b] stomper before efflorescing into aching and injured pop brilliance, Ty brokenly intoning, [i]“I don’t want to do any of this without you”[/i]). Another highlight is [b]‘Before The Light’[/b], which sees Ty channelling [b]Siouxsie Sioux[/b] and [b]Karin Dreijer Andersson[/b] with uncommon grace. It is difficult to imagine a better pop album coming out this year.
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