Ezra Koenigโs description of the time itโs taken to follow up Modern Vampires Of The City as working at โa dignified paceโ is drolly self-aware โ six years is an eternity in his game. But the self-styled โneurotic over-thinkerโ whose smart, emotionally articulate and slightly whimsical pop songs have taken Vampire Weekend from blogosphere darlings to arena-headlining Grammy winners has been otherwise engaged โ becoming a father, working on his animated Netflix series and presumably, leading a group recalibration following Rostam Batmanglijโs departure in 2016.
Itโs the kind of long hiatus/upheaval combination that can make hard work of a return, but it seems Koenig was on a roll for their fourth LP โ so much so, that he wrote 40 songs. Father Of The Bride runs to 18 tracks, which is a good half dozen surplus to standard album requirements. But canny offspring of the internet that they are, Vampire Weekend have been drip-feeding fans with posts of two songs per month in the run-up, while on his Instagram, Koenig acknowledged the dominance of playlist culture by saying anyone who wanted to edit out six tracks was welcome to do so.
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The temptation is there, although at 59 minutes, Father Of The Bride is hardly epic and treads water infrequently. In fact, itโs every bit as immediate and listenable as it is confident, and more buoyant overall than the sombre Modern Vampiresโฆ. Itโs also flighty and so wide-ranging, at times it reads like a future compilation rather than the next step from a band now into their imperial phase. Alongside the exhilarating fresh twists, winning complements and bravura dynamics, there are also several disappointing bet-hedgers and some kitchen-sink curveballs that make you wonder if the band are just so pleased to be back in the saddle theyโve gone a bit giddy.
It seems a Kacey Musgraves show that Koenig and Ariel Rechtshaid โ who share most of the production credits (with Batmanglij among the guests) โ saw in 2016 was significant. Struck by the undisguised nature of her lyrics and the way that country pop speaks so directly, and to an identifiable audience, Koenig decided to try writing less opaque and more direct songs. Which explains โHold You Nowโ, the albumโs opening track and first surprise. Itโs a straight tale about seizing the relationship moment, with Danielle Haim and Koenig trading verses as per country tradition and marries back porch acoustic finger-picking to pedal-steel guitar, with samples from Hans Zimmerโs choral โGod Yu Tekem Laef Blong Miโ (from The Thin Red Line score).
Along with the terrific โMarried In A Goldrushโ, which again features Haim, it sits outside the recordโs three general category types: mutant, Cali soul/R&B pop; a less collegiate take on their Paul Simon-styled classic pop, with inflections from calypso to highlife; and the kind of instant-grat art pop thatโs a reminder of the bandโs connection to peers like Animal Collective and Dirty Projectors (whose David Longstreth guests on perky first single โHarmony Hallโ).
As a long-term fan of hip-hop, Koenig has often included homages, deep references or direct lifts in his songs but as heโs wryly noted of this release, โnobody wants to hear the Vampire Weekend trap albumโ. Instead, theyโre paddling in the micro pool of west-coast, hybrid R&B/soul jams. As with the dreamily uncertain, DJ Dahi co-produced โBig Blueโ โ which vaguely recalls Kanyeโs 808s & Heartbreak but borrows George Harrisonโs weeping guitar and bungs in a choir โ or โUnbearably Whiteโ, an understatedly lovely number that comes on like Bill Withers joining a minimalist Anderson .Paak. โSunflowerโ, featuring The Internetโs Steve Lacy, runs along similar laid-back lines. By contrast, โBambinaโ, โStrangerโ, โWe Belong Togetherโ and โRich Manโ hark back to the bedrock Vampire Weekend sound, with peppy steel pans, parping horns and palm-wine guitar.
A couple of tracks in particular indicate Vampire Weekendโs obvious desire to change things up: โHow Longโ is a lurching and sparse, art-pop tune with finger clicks, upright bass and comical sound effects, but the real curateโs egg is โSympathyโ. A stew of spaghetti-western and mariachi music that moves at a gallop, itโs heavy on the shakers action and throws analogue shrieks and cries of โsissup!โ into its mix. โI think I take myself too serious; itโs not that serious,โ says Koenig in the intro, begging the question of whether heโs talking about life or art. Either way, Father Of The Bride is the sound of a band boldly vaulting their perimeter fence; that they snagged their pants โจon the way over was perhaps inevitable, but is really no big deal.