Tonight I went and saw a rather odd musical pairing. Usually you expect bands sharing a bill to have some sort of relationship with each other. However, this evening I went along to see the wonderfully cute and wonky pop of Envelopes support the in-your-face-party-town-begging-for-some-indie-cred that is Ratatat.
Aside from whenever I see their name I think of Ratcat and want to hear "Don't Go Now" and "That's Ain't Bad", Ratatat, to me, are one of those bands that want to have a good time all the time. They're Andrew WK with a drum machine, Spring Break in skinny jeans, beer-bongs at Ding-Dong. And frankly I don't like them. I feel like they are trying to force me to enjoy myself (to the MAX!!!), something which I am usually loath to do.
Envelopes, however, are a subtle pleasure. Their skewed and crooked melodies are much more my form of enjoyment. They're the sound of cut and paste montages, sincere but not overly earnest emails and, of course, "cows and bees and nice trees". Envelopes don't need bombast; they understand that fun is more rewarding when it is less conspicuous.
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