I want to live inside this album.
If ever there was such a lush utopia of a musical recording, this is it. Grizzly Bear’s third album, Veckatimest (veck-uh-tim-est), so named for an island in Massachusetts, is the sonic equivalent of what it would be like to reside in a gentrifying Brooklyn neighborhood, a cabin in the woods, and a weekend cape retreat villa – all at the same time.
There’s so much to like about this album that even in trying to form worthwhile thoughts, I’m overwhelmed. I suppose I’ll begin by saying I’m pleased that this record was slated for today. I’ve been in DC now for two weeks, which is ironically one of this album’s songs released as a single. Grizzly Bear’s “Two Weeks” is more mournful and terse than my time has been here though, but for the right mood, it’s genuine and emotional.
That much can be said for all of Veckatimest: it assuredly takes a certain mood to enjoy, but at times even to ingest. Because of dueling vocalists, and the different styles between them, the record feels so much like a chameleon – nimble and maneuvering between styles at will. Lead singer Edward Droste’s vocal register is so different from his counterpart Daniel Rossen that at times it feels like a different band altogether.
Grizzly Bear’s sound is a kaleidoscope of styles, bright and floral and engrossing. Up to today, I had almost forgotten just how warm Veckatimest is, so I’m thankful for the reminder.
And since I’m kind of gushing about the album, here’s the full thing in order. Enjoy –
Standout tracks: 50 minutes of pure joy. Start anywhere.
Weakest track: Even at its most experimental minimalistic, there isn’t a sound on here to fault.
RIYL: I guess it’s some gorgeous niche between psychedelic pop and indie folk.