reviews - September 22, 2014
The Lost Patrol have also been a constant presence in my reviewing
career, dating back even before I launched [sic] Magazine. The band are
loaded with contradictions. They are somehow noir-ish but in full technicolor.
They are instantly recognisable, yet virtual unknowns. They need to catch
a break. They shine.
I cannot remember what number album this is. Somehow it doesn’t
matter. TLP make music that only they could make. Theirs is a signature
sound. Jaunty sixties inspired pop and that Mosrite guitar twang. You
can’t escape it and you don’t even want to. It’s mentioned
in every review because it’s there in every release. How many bands
can make such claims of uniqueness? This time around they have gone for
toe-tapping simplicity. Chasing Shadows is TLP in ‘easy listening’
mode. For a band whose records are already pretty accessible (and accessibly
pretty) that’s saying something. Yet there’s no getting away
from Chasing Shadows as a lightweight offering from the New Yorkers. Nine
short tracks make up the album and the darkest they get is probably frosty,
French language song ‘S’enfuir’. The rest is breezy
pop ephemera, the kind of music The Lost Patrol could make in their sleep.
If not sleep, then somewhere between waking and dreaming. Penultimate
track ‘Hurricane’ is archetypal TLP and you can’t quite
believe that you didn’t already own it. It’s that kind of
album folks, in that it is sure to please existing fans but may not be
the one to break them through to some new level.
Worlds collide in the universe of The Lost Patrol, David Lynch
bumps up against Quentin Tarantino. Dream pop nudges surf country and
reality bleeds into fantasy. The band belongs in the movies or a television
series. Whatever is the modern day equivalent of Buffy The Vampire Slayer
(I don’t watch television) would certainly suit. I have nothing
negative to say about Chasing Shadows. Mollie still sounds assured. She
manages to flicker between two personas like a firefly, one minute playing
the maltreated victim, the next, man-eating vixen.
I kinda want to get eaten.
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