Tilly and the Wall



    It doesn’t seem right. Despite their communal, our-gang-against-the-world mentality, talk about Tilly and the Wall inevitably centers on a single member.
    So Jamie Pressnall happens to be a tap-dancing percussionist. It’s a fun little gimmick, and it looks pretty amazing in concert. But on record, the sound of her shoes smacking the floor usually gets swept away amid a joyous cacophony of shouts, jabbing guitars and (increasingly) a real drum kit. Tilly and the Wall sink or swims as a unit, so let’s talk about them that way.

    O marks the third album for this spunky Omaha quintet. Their early efforts conjured the magic of a bunch of kindergarteners set loose in a room full of musical instruments. Now, however, it’s time for upping the sophistication, scrubbing out some of the imperfections, and streamlining the sound to a dependable stomp.

    Lead single “Pot Kettle Black” summarizes the tweaks Tilly has made for this outing: Pressnall’s syncopated tap patterns are replaced by the whole band stamping the floor and clapping their hands. Vocalists Neely Jenkins and Kianna Alarid come packing a bit of Shangri-Las attitude, calling out the hypocrites of the world with an overdose of sass. It all veers dangerously close to rock formula, but there’s enough spice elsewhere to make up for it.

    “Chandelier Lake” sounds positively exotic, with all manner of mallet instruments, tinkling bells and ghostly piano evoking the song’s otherworldly setting. “I Found You” follows a late-night walk into mystery, leading with a menacing bass line and topping everything off with a grand mariachi horn section. And then there’s the jumbled roller coaster of “Alligator Skin,” with its bright guitar chords and sing-song refrain expertly designed to burrow deep into short-term memory.

    Yet “Alligator” also works as an indictment of the album’s weaknesses: It’s a record with all the lasting depth of a summer fireworks display. Each song pops its head up for long enough to dazzle and distract, before bowing out for another to take its place. The more disposable material sticks out glaringly, like the tantrum of album closer “Too Excited.”

    Once all of the pyrotechnics subside, not much of O lingers in the memory, just the smoke and afterglow of a wild party. It’s an album built to keep for what remains of the summer, but after that its shelf life is suspect. Still, its stronger moments prove that Tilly and the Wall continues to command attention, and for more than just the spectacle that its best-known member provides.



    Band: http://www.tillyandthewall.com

    Label: http://www.team-love.com

    Audio: http://www.myspace.com/officialtillyandthewall

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