Stream the whole album at LalaThe post title is misleading. I've been listening to the Dirty Projectors' Bitte Orca on Lala streams, my PC iTunes, my Mac iTunes, and on my iPod while falling asleep or waking up in the middle of the night, so the playcount isn't quite a second spin, but a third or fourth or tenth spin.
But I still can't decide whether the hell I
like it or not.
Sure, once I mentally-verbally pinned it down, I find it rather palatable as a sort of blend of the sugar Afro-pop of Vampire Weekend versus the schizo-anything-can-happen turns of Fiery Furnaces, plus a whole lot of open sound space that gives it almost a danceable quality. So, by those criteria, I should like it.
Love it, even.
What I'm really coming to grips with, I suppose, is my first "grower" of the year. Last year it was No Age, which I initially fucking hated but which I now place up on some pedestal. The year before was The National's Boxer, which, while I didn't first hate, I didn't yet have the gall to call it
one of my favorite albums ever.
I first spun Bitte Orca on a Lala stream via Pitchfork's
sensationalist-by-9.2-score-alone review, which, for any insecure casual-hipster like myself,
demands a listen. I sort of left it drift in the background while I tidied up my internet rounds. And then Tiny Mix Tapes (usually a hype-check for post-release reviews that surgically extract the score-inflated buzz Pitchfork is way too prone toward [see: P4K v. TMT re: Wavves' Wavvves and The Pains of Being Pure At Heart's self-titled])
gave it its blessing. And then, after letting it sit for a long time as my internet-background music, one of the somewhat-reputable AV Club's staffers put it on his short-list for possible
best music of the year, thus far.
So now I'm in a really weird place. Most of all, the album is simply too slow to play during my usual album-playing times, which are, in order of weekly time consumed:
1) Vacuuming
2) Working out
3) Washing dishes
4) Mowing the lawn
5) Driving
--and, as those activities suggest, I need something a bit high-octane to take me through the dreariness of said activities. (I've been meaning to do a post on best lawn-mowing albums, but it'd really just be a quick list of Death From Above 1979's You're A Woman, I'm A Machine, Jay Reatard's Blood Visions + assorted singles, and Japandroids' Post-Nothing.)
And, as mentioned prior, my casual-hipster insecurity wants - nay,
craves - the sort of hipster-barometer websites to give said album really high marks so that it
forces many listens. That is, after all, how I learned to appreciate No Age, and how I've begrudgingly accepted Animal Collective's MPP as really good.
In typing this post, I've been background-listening to the album and, my god, it's already over. I barely even noticed. Maybe that's more telling about the album than any of its individual qualities.