If you’d kept up with the music blogosphere during the summer you’ll know that the scene was dominated by a wave of American bands creating all sorts of sounds, and Journalists desperately coining all sorts of genre names. Forget the chillwave hype, the real gems were guitar based.
Playing with a freedom that British indie bands have been lacking since the early 2000s, they created some of the best music this genre has heard this decade, and all with a distinct feeling of ease.
Avi Buffalo, made up of four frighteningly young friends (the oldest is 21) may well be the pick of them all. It took just a few songs on their Myspace to entice the revived Sub Pop label into signing them.
There’s a genuinely romantic feel about their formation and it’s hard to ignore. Song writer Avigdor Zahner-Isenberg (although Avi is infinitely more digestible) formed the band when he met the other three members in high school. Add this to the fact that he’s in a relationship with keyboardist Rebecca Coleman, and you have a classic indie band tale.
Their debut self titled album came out in April, so although it’s not the freshest release it’s certainly one that’s still lacking in deserved praise and attention.
Poppy lyrics and luscious guitar are staple ingredients, with irresistible hooks to draw you in and heart-felt sincerity to hold you tight.
Avi’s song writing is delicate and personal, yearning desperately “You know I’m kidding, but sometimes I feel like you’re all I’ve got”.
The album’s curtain call ‘Where’s your dirty mind’ contains the harrowing “too much time to die, and I just want to die’, all in front of glistening Johnny Marr-esque guitar.
Also, if you’re after one of those rare moments where a new band manages to give you goosebumps? Well listen to the resulting build up of ‘Time to Remember’, with Avi’s guitar springing into glorious life. It’s just one of those moments where you have to stop what you’re doing and simply admire.
Even after one hell of a debut album, this band has got an abundance of potential, let’s just hope it doesn’t go tragically unfulfilled.