Of all the bands I really dig, Wild Nothing is likely the most polarizing. When I mention Wild Nothing to people, I seem to get one of two reactions. It’s either “fucking amazing” or “pretentious music for pretentious people”. Needless to say, I fall into the ‘fucking amazing’ camp. But I was blown away by this live album because I think it has the capacity to unite the two camps.
Wild Nothing has always struck me as this perfect mix of everything I love about Factory Records released on Captured Tracks. Their (or perhaps Jack Tatum’s) sound is best described as dreamy synth-pop, but it’s a little edgier and their studio albums are best appreciated in one sitting.Continue reading “Review – Live from Brooklyn Steel by Wild Nothing”