{"id":225008,"date":"2010-01-25T02:38:41","date_gmt":"2010-01-25T07:38:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stanforddaily.com\/cgi-bin\/?p=1037492"},"modified":"2010-01-25T02:38:41","modified_gmt":"2010-01-25T07:38:41","slug":"grab-a-spoonful","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/225008","title":{"rendered":"Grab a Spoonful"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\">@intcopy:&lt;*d(1,3)&gt;&lt;z11&gt;&lt;z<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1037504\" title=\"spoon2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stanforddaily.com\/cgi-bin\/wp-content\/uploads\/spoon2-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"spoon2\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" \/>gt;We&#8217;ve all been taught to avoid judging a book by its cover, but Spoon&#8217;s &#8220;Transference&#8221; is an album that begs for it. Their newest album comes nipping at the heels of 2007&#8217;s hit &#8220;Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga,&#8221; which dropkicked the band into the limelight with its sassy horn-supported singles and the anticipation was heavily tangible for Spoon&#8217;s seventh studio album.<\/div>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\"><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>But before the album&#8217;s first notes even hit eardrums, the album&#8217;s title and cover art speak about what to expect. &#8216;Transference&#8217;&lt;\\p&gt;&#8211;&lt;\\p&gt;the action of transferring something to another&lt;\\p&gt;&#8211;&lt;\\p&gt;is simple enough, if a little presumptuous. But its psychological definition hints at something darker: in psychoanalysis, transference occurs when a patient redirects strong emotions such as anger and disgust toward a substitute, often the therapist. And the cover image, a brooding young guy slouching in a chair while a cropped-out woman lurks to the side, uses muted blues and oranges to convey a sense of adolescent ennui.<\/div>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\"><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>From the first track, the Austin-based quartet&#8217;s sound falls in line with the hinted tone of the title. It&#8217;s a little ambiguous and unclear&lt;\\p&gt;&#8211;&lt;\\p&gt;perhaps not directed where it should be. The opening track, &#8220;Before Destruction,&#8221; doesn&#8217;t make a big statement, but instead, vocalist Britt Daniel&#8217;s words come out stifled, as if sung into a cardboard box instead of over a vast crowd. The band&#8217;s signature low-fi garage sound is highlighted, almost overdone, almost to remind fans that despite the commercial and popular success of &#8220;Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga,&#8221; that Spoon haven&#8217;t reneged on their solidly built minimal style.<\/div>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\"><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>Without a noticeable or marketable single, &#8220;Transference&#8221; makes a well-balanced album, with variations, but no sore thumbs. On the other hand, it wanders into the danger zone of turning into too much of the same. A few twists keep the front end of the record from dragging: &#8220;Is Love Forever?&#8221; almost answers its own tongue-in-cheek question, clocking in at 2:07 as the shortest track on the album; the easy groove of &#8220;The Mystery Zone&#8221; puts it closest to the album&#8217;s big song, but it&#8217;s too static and too long to rival the hits from other albums; &#8220;I Saw the Light&#8221; pushes two minutes of slow languor and then abruptly shifts gears to a sharp instrumental riff that builds part by part into a driving force.<\/div>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\"><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>By the middle mark, though, &#8220;Transference&#8221; starts having difficulties getting its message across. With the piano ballad &#8220;Goodnight Laura,&#8221; Spoon wipes away all noticeable effects in favor of a more &#8220;authentic&#8221; sound. The attempt is admirable, but the execution falls short: instead of gaining the emotional power that most stripped-down performances offer, it instead sounds like something you might overhear in a dorm piano room&lt;\\p&gt;&#8211;&lt;\\p&gt;a little jarring, a little off-rhythm and most definitely missing something. Following this is &#8220;Out Go the Lights,&#8221; whose lyrics sulk through the song like the man on the cover art, leaving most of the album&#8217;s momentum to straggle behind.<\/div>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\"><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>The last two tracks do their best to pick up the speed: &#8220;Got Nuffin,&#8221; released in 2009 on an EP, has that Spoon-style steady bass line and Britt Daniel crooning, &#8220;I got nothing to lose\/except darkness and shadows.&#8221; The final savior comes in the surprise that is &#8220;Nobody Gets Me But You,&#8221; which hits the palate with a bumping bass line so unlike the 1-2-3-4 of most Spoon songs that you can&#8217;t help but bob your head a little.<\/div>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\"><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>It&#8217;s not groundbreaking, but Spoon doesn&#8217;t seem to mind. Right after &#8220;Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga,&#8221; the band released two other EPs that catered even less than Transference does to its new mainstream audience. If any new fans of Spoon were expecting a repeat of &#8220;You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb,&#8221; don&#8217;t bother looking&lt;\\p&gt;&#8211;&lt;\\p&gt;it&#8217;s not here. But something more thoughtful lurks behind the somewhat muted tracks: Spoon&#8217;s just doing what they&#8217;ve always done.<\/div>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\">7\/10<\/div>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\">@BYLINE:&lt;\\m&gt; ellen HUET<\/div>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;\">contact ellen: ehuet@stanford.edu<\/div>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1037504\" title=\"spoon2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stanforddaily.com\/cgi-bin\/wp-content\/uploads\/spoon2-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"spoon2\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" \/>We&#8217;ve all been taught to avoid judging a book by its cover, but Spoon&#8217;s &#8220;Transference&#8221; is an album that begs for it. Their newest album comes nipping at the heels of 2007&#8217;s hit &#8220;Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga,&#8221; which dropkicked the band into the limelight with its sassy horn-supported singles and the anticipation was heavily tangible for Spoon&#8217;s seventh studio album.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>But before the album&#8217;s first notes even hit eardrums, the album&#8217;s title and cover art speak about what to expect. &#8216;Transference&#8217;&#8211;the action of transferring something to another&#8211;is simple enough, if a little presumptuous. But its psychological definition hints at something darker: in psychoanalysis, transference occurs when a patient redirects strong emotions such as anger and disgust toward a substitute, often the therapist. And the cover image, a brooding young guy slouching in a chair while a cropped-out woman lurks to the side, uses muted blues and oranges to convey a sense of adolescent ennui.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>From the first track, the Austin-based quartet&#8217;s sound falls in line with the hinted tone of the title. It&#8217;s a little ambiguous and unclear&#8211;perhaps not directed where it should be. The opening track, &#8220;Before Destruction,&#8221; doesn&#8217;t make a big statement, but instead, vocalist Britt Daniel&#8217;s words come out stifled, as if sung into a cardboard box instead of over a vast crowd. The band&#8217;s signature low-fi garage sound is highlighted, almost overdone, almost to remind fans that despite the commercial and popular success of &#8220;Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga,&#8221; that Spoon haven&#8217;t reneged on their solidly built minimal style.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>Without a noticeable or marketable single, &#8220;Transference&#8221; makes a well-balanced album, with variations, but no sore thumbs. On the other hand, it wanders into the danger zone of turning into too much of the same. A few twists keep the front end of the record from dragging: &#8220;Is Love Forever?&#8221; almost answers its own tongue-in-cheek question, clocking in at 2:07 as the shortest track on the album; the easy groove of &#8220;The Mystery Zone&#8221; puts it closest to the album&#8217;s big song, but it&#8217;s too static and too long to rival the hits from other albums; &#8220;I Saw the Light&#8221; pushes two minutes of slow languor and then abruptly shifts gears to a sharp instrumental riff that builds part by part into a driving force.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>By the middle mark, though, &#8220;Transference&#8221; starts having difficulties getting its message across. With the piano ballad &#8220;Goodnight Laura,&#8221; Spoon wipes away all noticeable effects in favor of a more &#8220;authentic&#8221; sound. The attempt is admirable, but the execution falls short: instead of gaining the emotional power that most stripped-down performances offer, it instead sounds like something you might overhear in a dorm piano room&#8211;a little jarring, a little off-rhythm and most definitely missing something. Following this is &#8220;Out Go the Lights,&#8221; whose lyrics sulk through the song like the man on the cover art, leaving most of the album&#8217;s momentum to straggle behind.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>The last two tracks do their best to pick up the speed: &#8220;Got Nuffin,&#8221; released in 2009 on an EP, has that Spoon-style steady bass line and Britt Daniel crooning, &#8220;I got nothing to lose\/except darkness and shadows.&#8221; The final savior comes in the surprise that is &#8220;Nobody Gets Me But You,&#8221; which hits the palate with a bumping bass line so unlike the 1-2-3-4 of most Spoon songs that you can&#8217;t help but bob your head a little.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"white-space: pre;\"> <\/span>It&#8217;s not groundbreaking, but Spoon doesn&#8217;t seem to mind. Right after &#8220;Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga,&#8221; the band released two other EPs that catered even less than Transference does to its new mainstream audience. If any new fans of Spoon were expecting a repeat of &#8220;You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb,&#8221; don&#8217;t bother looking&#8211;it&#8217;s not here. But something more thoughtful lurks behind the somewhat muted tracks: Spoon&#8217;s just doing what they&#8217;ve always done.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>@intcopy:&lt;*d(1,3)&gt;&lt;z11&gt;&lt;zgt;We&#8217;ve all been taught to avoid judging a book by its cover, but Spoon&#8217;s &#8220;Transference&#8221; is an album that begs for it. 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