THE IMPOSSIBLE SHAPES
Laughter Fills our Hollow Dome
Recordhead & Mr. Whiggs Records
· All yin and no yang!
· The Impossible Shapes refuse to be defined.
A bold attempt at rebellion against pop music mores, the second full-length release from The Impossible Shapes spontaneously launches itself into a Mancini inspired ’60s soundscape. A retro-fit horn section like something from Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass heralds the arrival of romantic keyboard interludes that convey the easygoing sensibility of a polycotton blend. The pliable double-knit harmonies of vocalists Chris Barth and Aaron Deer morph together to form a sort of male counterpart to Liz Phair, but with less testosterone. It’s hard to resist these playful psychedelic experiments, which phase in and out of the realms of acoustic folk rock. Teetering precariously on a foundation of whimsical lyrics and bizarre tempo changes, their songs recall the fanciful nostalgia of Ween, yet are utterly devoid of the dark, heavy, raunchy rudiments that would provide ballast for their helium-filled musings.
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