The New Pornographers: Twin Cinema
A weirdly wonderful collision of old-fashioned power-pop and avant-garde gestures, the music of The New Pornographers doesn't so much balance its component parts as throw them all together and let whatever's going to happen, happen. The band began as a side trip for a handful of Vancouver musicians, and it's turned into a much bigger project—by indie-rock standards, at least—than any of them probably imagined. The New Pornographers' third album, Twin Cinema, reassembles the sprawling collective to produce A.C. Newman's oddly flavored bubblegum—and, for three tracks, the space-rock visions of Destroyer frontman and studio-only member Dan Bejar. Along the way, the band brings in unexpected harmonies, as acoustic guitars mingle with pulsing drumbeats. The choruses always swell, but they sometimes don't hit until the songs have progressed through little suite-like elements. (Maybe that's the Wings influence Newman has talked about.) It's strange, and that's to say nothing of the lyrics, which only sound like they make sense.