Reverberating guitar, pulsing electronic blips, complex beats and sensitive subject matter: Something about Mobius Band’s debut full-length sounds familiar. At times I think maybe I listened to last winter’s City Vs. Country EP so much that it created a sound in my head that my memory can’t put its finger on. Other times I think it sounds a touch like the Constantines, and that’s where my memory is running off to. But it eventually hits me: The Loving Sound of Static doesn’t sound directly like anything. It’s that budding indie-electo-rock genre that the Postal Service grew by mixing IDM and sensitive indie rock that makes me think I’ve heard it before.
Indie-electro-rock just doesn’t seem to do it any justice. It needs a cool, kitschy name like newish new wave, but that brings up horrifying visions of Spandau Ballet, and the members of Mobius Band — Noam Schatz, Peter Sax and Ben Sterling — are far from the sound of their soul. Just because they mix languishing and affectionate lyrics into some sonic-laced electronica doesn’t mean they’re new wave. This music is smarter than that. The band’s beats are intricate and perfectly manipulated, possibly influenced by their Ghostly International labelmate Dabrye. The lyrics are clever and heartwarming, but there’s something poetic in their songwriting. Take “I Just Turned 18” ‘s ode to young sexual intercessions: “Back when we were young, we used to tell secrets. Now we already know, that your heart’s in pieces. You’ve been all used up, people are like leeches. Fucked it all away, no one wants to see it.”
Schatz, Sax and Sterling are the new kids on the indie-electro block. After leaving their small hometown of Shutesbury, Massachusetts for the hip-dripping Brooklyn streets, they’ve found a new home amongst the likes of the Notwist, Erlend Oye and the Postal Service. From the first couple of keyboard pulses on opener “Detach” to the spacey bells of “Twilight,” there’s something golden in The Loving Sound of Static. It’s a solid collection of songs that quickly worms its way into your head but has a distinct enough sound to stand independently from its influences and current companions. If you find yourself gravitating toward sensitive love songs and impassioned melancholy electronica, this is could be something your memory craves.