Feb 23, 2018
Infantree | Lull
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Infantree | Lull
Infantree | Living Proof
THEY WERE ON CONAN AND I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW
so one of my favorite bands pretty much never leaves california
Infantree - Hero's Dose You’ve never heard of Infantree, have you? Truthfully told, I hadn’t until about a week ago They’re by no means “big”, and they’re not really hitting the status quo in terms of “radio friendliness”. They occasionally snag Thursday night television spots, but other than that you can expect not to hear much from the band without delving in for yourself. It’s a small trip, I suppose, but it’s worth the distance traveled from your couch to the internet device of your choosing. Their newest outing, “Hero’s Dose”, sounds a little like The Ventures covering Paul Simon, and sometimes vice versa. Spouting sandy, clanging guitar strums a la CCR, the singer’s soft-spoken bleating negates the impending totality of the band’s rockabilly side and establishes a homeostatic balance, retaining the inherent folksiness of the music without covering up its flagrantly Californian roots. It’s an oasis in the middle of a small dust-storm. Bring your boards, kiddos. Amidst the straight-forward psychedelia lies (seized) potential for differentiation, though. Genre-bending is standard indie protocol by now, isn’t it? Infantree isn’t breaking any rules. Experimentation ranges from the poppy drum samples and stoner- kid-Doo-Wop harmonies of “What You Wanna Do?”, the efficacy of which will leave you whistling along to the track for days, to an instillation of progressiveness in “Should”, signature changes being prevalent and a Richie Blackmore-inspired solo present. Other tracks like “Fibber”, though, overdrive the original sound, splitting guitar duty between the omnipresent chord whaps and a smoother passage of strings, tinging warmly and surfing to the side of the track. Despite all their deserving, Infantree might not ever take off. They’re not infectiously gleeful enough to breach the field of view of the skewed public eye and not quite the off-the-wall heroes that hipsters claim to deserve. I’m fine with this, though. It just means there’s more for me. Final Rating: B