Wavves -
King of the BeachIt's pretty easy to have an opinion about Wavves without ever having listened to any of the music, or having given it more than the most cursory listen. Nathan Williams, the guy behind Wavves, has become a pretty notorious figure in the little indie rock sphere, and not many people like him. It was pretty easy to argue, based on his previous album
Wavvves, that all the attention he was getting was undeserved, and when he embarrassed himself in front of large festival crowds he wasn't ready for, the rejection and backlash all seemed fairly just and predictable. But whether or not "anybody" could have done what he did becomes kind of a moot point - as it always does - because he did do it, got himself (or somebody got him) on the map, and put out at least a handful of good songs in the process. Still, it would have surprised no one, including myself, if he'd either quietly faded away or even further embarrassed himself with subsequent efforts, exposing the "sham" that he was all along.
But that's not what happened. Instead, he created an album just mature enough (but still plenty youthful and naive in its own way) and just punchy and catchy enough to get just about everybody to give him a second chance. It's a thoroughly solid record, too. It's simple, but not in an overly obvious or clichéd way (unlike his girlfriend's Best Coast album), and it's approachable, endearing, and fun. You don't have to be too invested to get anything out of it, but it won't start to grate if you spend too much time with it. Much of lyrics, at least on the first portion of the album, seem to focus on Williams' own struggles with his "undeserved" indie-fame and just being sort of unlikable and having people turn on him. So he kind of just gets it all out there right away as if to let you know that
he gets it, but he's gonna keep doing his thing anyway. The strength of the two opening songs - "King of the Beach" and "Super Soaker" - just about seem to right all past wrongs. The album hits a lightly weird streak in its mid-section, no doubt a part of Williams' obvious and public weed obsession, but both "Baseball Cards" and "Convertible Balloon" have their own goofy charm and serve to break up the record nicely. Other highlights are the somewhat Animal Collective-ish "Mickey Mouse" and closer "Baby Say Goodbye", a prime example of the bright, sunny beach punk that Williams seems to have perfected here. On the whole, this album is so good, that I'm
almost not embarrassed to proclaim myself a fan of Wavves.
Rating:
8/10