It is too soon to write this review. Alt-J and I have been in a relationship now for just over a week, and I am still in the moony, can’t-go-a-day- without-listening-to-it-at-least- five-times-and-all-other-music- seems-inferior-now phase. 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 can’t stop proselytizing the ingenuity of Alt-J (or ∆ 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 “Dissolve Me” to poetic a cappella in “Interlude 1” to swoony, acoustic beats in “Ms.”
“This sounds like tribal dubstep,” a friend said of “Fitzpleasure.”
They even make triangles sound sexy in the piano-pounding “Tessellate”: Till morning comes, let’s tessel- late. It’s too soon to tell if this is infatuation or love, but for now, I can’t get Alt-J out of my head. –Cara Spangler