Plenty of familiar faces on our 16th playlist of the year, and 64th overall. Bolachas Now Playing is getting old, but it won’t retire. Just like the Jayhawks.
I’m probably just throwing whatever indie cred I have left out of this twenty-three story window we call modern life, but let me say this: I like RHCP. I love Flea. I love that he once auditioned for Public Image Ltd. (which, incidentally, is a band that I love). I love his catchy, funky bass lines. I love it he’s still going strong despite playing for a band that has gone way past their prime (oh, how I fucking love – and miss – Californication’s absolute lack of pretension and great tunes to sing along to). So, when I found out Atoms For Peace would be a supergroup consisting of both him and Thom Yorke (whom I like, not love, but respect), along with some other guys no one cares about (just kidding), I was excited to hear what could possibly come out of their epic brainstorming. Amok, however, kind of failed to deliver – not that it is a bad record, it is actually a pretty great record, but I was expecting something funkier, something that would blow my mind away (then again, I should know hype is a very dangerous thing), and not just The King Of Limbs 2.0. Oh, well. I guess I’ll have to settle for dancey tunes such as “Before Your Very Eyes”, for the overall dub techno feel I get from this record, and for Yorke’s vocal take on “Judge, Jury And Executioner”, depressing-but-not-in-a-cut-your-wrists-right-fucking-now-kind-of-way, depressing in the sense that you could be chilling to it at the beach during sunset, like in a Café del Mar soundtrack or something of the sort. I like, not love, Amok; but I’m glad it came out and gave a reason for Yorkey and Fleayey to carry on with their rockstar lives past forty, that it gave them – especially Flea – a special kind of artistic credibility outside their regular bands. In a way, Amok might very well get some hipsters thinking, man, Flea’s pretty good, isn’t he? Why the hell did I hate RHCP in the first place? Why the fuck do I hate fun? Why isn’t James Blake in here?