The sheer wealth of instruments the band uses creates moments as jam packed as rush hour. But for the most part, principle songwriters Regan and Postlethwaite manage to keep the music unpretentious with a homey, lived-in quality and a gentle, unassuming lilt, which falls just short of the rustic tones of Southern pop. More Beulah than Neutral Milk Hotel, Snowglobe is at its best when it lets its pop instincts take over.
"Regime" highlights this approach with its bouncy, calliope swing. It occurs in a terrific three-pack of songs near the middle of the album. Bookending it are "Changes," with its organ-driven pop that harks back to the Brit Invasion sounds of the Turtles, and the bustling "Rock Song," with a horn-fueled attack that's part Plimsouls, and part crisp pop reminiscent of Grant Lee Philips. The result is a full-bodied, and varied album keyed to great indie pop sensibility.
Snowglobe plays the Earl Thurs., Feb. 10 with Sunday Drive Bye and Bishop Don.
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