PropertyOfZack Review : : Little Bombs
When beloved Minnesota power-poppers Sing It Loud fractured in 2010 under the weight of creative differences, most fans kept their eyes out for lead singer Pat Brown’s next move. Meanwhile, guitarist Kieren Smith, an equal creative force in that project, seems to have quickly slipped off the radar. Now, following a brief dalliance with solo acoustic recording and a move to New York City, Smith has put together another band, Little Bombs, with Take Cover drummer Derek Johnson, and it’s clear from their self-titled debut that the time out of the spotlight was trying.
Smith has always evinced a gift for strong melodic chops, but he’s dialed down the volume on his pop moves here a smidge; everything on Little Bombs is a touch darker, a bit roughed up, a little less obvious than anything Sing It Loud attempted. It’s a move that suits his voice, more demure and shaded than Brown’s boisterous, nasal presence. If Sing It Loud were a power-pop band of the 2008 neon vintage, Little Bombs bears much more in common with the term’s progenitors, refugees from an alternate universe where The Posies towered over Nirvana and Material Issue’s International Pop Overthrow truly became one. “Deal With The Devil” splits the difference between Weezer’s Blue Album and Better Than Ezra’s Deluxe; lead single “Don’t Walk My Way” is the sad cousin of the Goo Goo Dolls’ “We Are The Normal”.
Credit producer Ed Ackerson (who clearly knows this territory well, having been around this block once or twice with his own experimental-pop group Polara) for both coaxing measured, nuanced performances out of Smith and Johnson and for the album’s well-worn feel, all chunky drums, scuzzed-up guitars and thick-but-crisp basslines. (Those basslines, uncredited in the band’s bio, are particularly exceptional throughout, often carrying the melody through middle eights and prechoruses). It’s not at all perfected — the cymbals in “Watch You Go”’s chorus mash together into some weird, phased distraction, for one — but the upsides of the approach far outweigh the drawbacks. There’s a super-satisfying feel to the whole affair, a pleasant organic sillage that’s doubly refreshing when contrasted with the robotic, hyper-precise impersonal sheen that seems to have infected so much guitar pop as of late. Imperfect pop forever!
