When I started Sunday Night Music Club, I wanted to make sure the reviews I wrote stuck with the positives but I’ve found this increasingly harder to do as I lend a critical ear to the albums I listen to.
Django Django’s sound is a indie rock fused with a bit of a folk sound and the occasional uptempo dance track. You can hear the guitarists move their hands across the strings from cord to cord, giving it a more acoustic sound. The vocals are a little strained and whiny. If I were to make a comparison with another band, I’d say a lighter Deerhunter or maybe even the Shins, but with less variation in sound from track to track. I’d even go as far as to say a lot of their sound reminds me of the Devo tracks most people haven’t heard (and for good reason).
So this leads me to the critique – the album is boring. It’s inoffensive and tame. It’s a rock band your mother would like. Maybe that’s more the state of rock in general at the moment. There seems to be very little out there stepping outside of the boundaries of the current indie rock sound.
Django Django starts out strong with “Hail Bop” and “Default,” tracks two and three. But once you get past these tracks your attention will wane. The later half of the album really does little to distinguish itself for the listener.
That having been said, I did see Django Django in concert (after I heard “Default,” I figured I’d like the rest of their album). I thought their live performance was better than the record. Also, they only have 13 songs total, so that’s all you’ll get. After they played the entire album, they said, “We’ll be back when we have more songs” and walked off stage with no encore.
Verdict: Skip Django Django. There isn’t anything here you haven’t experienced before. If you’re really interested, check out the song “Default.”