It’s easy to say that Walter Meego write under assumption, not passion. In fact, they even look like they’re the result of some kind of hipster market-research. But it’s simpler than that. Since Homework, Daft Punk have more or less become the world’s number one exporter of dumb, stuffed Bloghouse bands, whose music is bound to end up in a Nissan commercial. Of course, legions of teens would try and emulate a band that amounts to a giant, canonized landmark in music history. It isn’t criminal, and certainly ripping off actual talent is more commendable compared to ripping off Kris Kross.
It's often hard to tell whether this is as a tribute or part of a fashion, but at least Walter Meego know they just want to be Daft Punk. That would explain why they would call their album Voyager, emulating the spacey guitar timbre and synth squelches from the Daft Punk track of the very same name. With all the danceability of any other electro-indie band, they could easily disappear in the Bloghouse system. Actually, it's in its banality that Walter Meego almost standout from the pack of post-Daft groups. Meego offer up the kind of simplistic, dreamy pop that can only be made by distilling the ideas of all of your heroes into musical soy. Devoid of the chunky bass reiterated by the likes of Justice, Uffie, or Does It Offend You, Yeah?, as well as steering clear of the kind of genre experimentation done by Hot Chip, Hail Social, or HeartsRevolution, Walter Meego instead offer a lite, breezy, albeit slightly anesthetised electro-pop.
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