A Rare Occurrence
Itâ€šÃ„Ã´s a beautiful September day. The air wraps around you as you make your way to the parking lot. You take a minute to prepare yourself for the forthcoming journey. Since you will need the precise musical accompaniment along the way, you choose the self-titled album from Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. It begins to play.You hear the sound of a voice through a megaphone chanting: â€šÃ„ÃºAnd away we go.â€šÃ„Ã¹ At that moment, your trip begins. As you travel along the highway, you slowly become enraptured. Before you can say: â€šÃ„ÃºIâ€šÃ„Ã´m on a road to nowhere,â€šÃ„Ã¹ the whoosiness of the first two songs conjure up images of a new-wave hero, famous for wearing a gigantic suit. The raw emotion of the Dylan-esque “Details of the Warâ€šÃ„Ã¹ leaves you stunned as you try to maintain your focus on the road. Things quickly become revitalized with the sugary bounce of â€šÃ„ÃºIs This Love,â€šÃ„Ã¹ which takes subtle cues from the Feelies and Neutral Milk Hotel. Though you are focused on dancing, you quickly realize your exit is approaching. The hazy, early Lilyâ€šÃ„Ã´s influenced â€šÃ„ÃºIn This Home On Iceâ€šÃ„Ã¹ puts you at ease as you approach your final destination.
The grand finale â€šÃ„ÃºUpon This Tidal Wave of Young Bloodâ€šÃ„Ã¹ kicks into overdrive, recalling the vocal anxiety of classic Violent Femmes and the sonic gusto of the Pixies. Your mind is sent reeling, spinning in utter delight. Suddenly, you feel a sense of dâˆšÂ©jâˆšâ€ vu. You look around and realize you had never left the parking lot. It was all a dream. You were seduced by a musical odyssey, which captures the essence of all great pop music.