Since 2008 and the release of their self-titled EP, Perth, Australia’ s Tame Impala, have been resurrecting a classic brand of psychedelic rock. Their newest album Lonerisms plays like a step child of Magical Mystery Tour with a wafting, deliberate delivery and vocals tinged with the coarse texture of a vintage lo-fi recording. Kevin Parker sings from afar, his words touching you like a delicate accidental graze of the shoulder; however at times this leaves much of his lyrics indiscernible. Proliferated with organs and distorted, yet steady guitar riffs each song has a knowing give and take to let its many personalities shine through. A long drive out to the desert, a solemn night staring at the ceiling while contemplating the existential relevance of your Chevron ’stache – Tame Impala at once has a raw affect and a steady expanse to set the mood for a myriad of occasions. Stopping shy of overwrought like much of its album predecessor Innerspeaker, Lonerisms is an update on what they do best; complete with a bigger personality and a directness lacking in the band’s previous endeavors.
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