It is too soon to write this review. Alt-J and I have beenÂ in a relationship now for just over a week, and I am still in the moony, canâ€™t-go-a-day- without-listening-to-it-at-least- five-times-and-all-other-music- seems-inferior-now phase.Â This is the debut album for the four-member band from Leeds, England, and it seems they have already created a new, mutt-like genre for themselves.
Like any annoying person in lust, I canâ€™t stopÂ proselytizing the ingenuityÂ of Alt-J (or âˆ† if you type the command into your MacBook) to everyone I know. This is partly because I want to be associated as a projection of Alt-J genius, and partly because Alt-J panders to all cravings and tastes, like naan bread. From sexy synth in â€œDissolve Meâ€ to poetic a cappella in â€œInterlude 1â€ to swoony, acoustic beats in â€œMs.â€
â€œThis sounds like tribal dubstep,â€ a friend said ofÂ â€œFitzpleasure.â€
They even makeÂ triangles sound sexy in the piano-pounding â€œTessellateâ€: Till morning comes, letâ€™s tessel- late. Itâ€™s too soon to tell if this is infatuation or love, but for now, I canâ€™t get Alt-J out of my head. â€“Cara Spangler