What was it that Van Morrison said? Something about, if he was a gunslinger, “There’d be a lot of dead copycats about.” Now, don’t think we are condoning the slaying of “dude from Counting Crows” (but DO feel free to pistol-whip him if he should pass by your bus stop), but Van the Man has a point, up to a point. Poor imitators are depressing but inevitable; unoriginal, unauthentic, space-wasters are even more stomach-churning than copycats. That’s why we love to report news on genre-bustin’ mavericks like one man grandstand Dan Snaith, or Caribou as he has been known for the last six years.
Caribou returns with a new album on April 20 called Swim via Merge Records (City Slang elsewhere, April 19). By all accounts and recent appearances (culminating in the free-for-all Vibration Ensemble performances September past), Snaith will be leaping onto unchartered dancefloors this year. I’m no Nostradumbass, but after hearing Swim’s leadoff track “Odessa,” I predict a different, still amazing Caribou this year, one who is not only, in his own words, attempting to find his “own sonic vocabulary,” but one who is heck-bent on shaking titties and moving moobs. You can stream the track at the Chocolate Grinder.
Istanbul, not Constantinople. Caribou, not Manitoba.
04. Found Out
06. Leave House