The Giant Panther once again hooking you up with a review for an album you probably have been listening to for 2 months already. What can I say, it takes me a while before I’m ready to write about something. I started hearing tracks from Grizzly Bear’s new album back in the spring, and was eager to find out how these songs would gel together to form one album. Now that I’ve listened to Yellow House front to back at least 5 times, I can tell you that they gel together well. Although you really have to pay attention to keep this album in the foreground. It’s got a lot going on, but if you don’t stay sharp, your bound to miss the train. Recorded literally in a yellow house near Cape Cod, with more layers than an onion, and just the right amount of production, Yellow House is perfect for a long trip with the headphones on.
Some people are against sounds-like comparisons, I’m not one of them. The closest I can come to any other sound I’ve heard would probably be Brian Wilson at his craziest, with a little Pink Floyd circa Meddle. Don’t believe me? Listen for yourself! (I actually typed this, then read it back to myself, and am leaving it in for comic relief. My own little online version of “Reading Rainbow”.)