Snappy beat group bop with whistling and dippy singalong chorus – there’s no way this won’t score high with the kids. And that must be its intention (at least targeting the indie twee kids); after all, Peter, Bjorn And John don’t devote themselves to pop hits the rest of the time and, apart from the rare uptempo Concretes number, Victoria Bergsman is more comfortable wrapping her helium Bjork purr around Scandi C&W. ‘Young Folks’ has a shelf-life, but while it’s stacked upfront it does its job with infectiousness.
Junior says: “Where’s that piano that you play with the metal wire?” She wants to accompany the gang on stylophone. The instrument’s not handy though so she and middle sis bounce off the walls instead, bellowing “We don’t care about the om force!” I tell them the real title, but, um, they don’t care.
Best bit: Big, lingering chords introduced for the final chorus, set up for a crescendo that sneaks away.
People have been asking me what’s happened to Jukebox Junior. Well, the chap who is the boss of the boss of the chap who I do a fair bit of work for asked me the other day if I “still do that blog”. And it’s that sort of popular demand that leads me back here. When public clamour reaches such a feverish degree, you can only have the good grace to pull your finger out and stop hiding behind excuses like “but I’m getting paid to write that other stuff”, “you try finding spare time with half a dozen daughters hanging onto your leg” and “Christ, I’m lazy”.
So, I’ve had quite enough time to order my thoughts on ‘A-Punk’, perhaps the straightest indie-pop track on Vampire Weekend’s debut, but a zippy song so fresh it seems richer as the years pass. Yep, that’s as far as those thoughts go.
Junior says: “Ay-ay-ay-ay,” of course, and dances like a buffoon. VW are all about looking awkward, after all.
Best bit: Full throttle into the second verse.
People have been asking me what’s happened to Jukebox Junior. Well, the chap who is the boss of the boss of the chap
who I do a fair bit of work for asked me the other day if I “still do that blog”. And it’s that sort of popular
demand that leads me back here. When public clamour reaches such a feverish degree, you can only have the good grace
to pull your finger out and stop hiding behind excuses like “but I’m getting paid to write that other stuff”, “you
try finding spare time with half a dozen daughters hanging onto your leg” and “Christ, I’m lazy”.
So, I’ve had quite enough time to order my thoughts on ‘A-Punk’, perhaps the straightest indie-pop track on Vampire
Weekend’s debut, but a zippy song so fresh it seems richer as the years pass. Yep, that’s as far as those thoughts go.
Junior says: “Ay-ay-ay-ay,” obviously, and dances like a buffoon. VW are all about looking awkward, after all.
