Hospitality: Hospitality (2012)
La música de Hospitality tiene algo de íntimo, de cálido, de tierno en su concepción, que hace que la audición de este Lp de debut sea una labor altamente amena, agradable, fácil de llevar. Su Jangle-Pop de libro, esa manera suave de entender el Pop hacen de este disco uno de los importantes de lo que va de año.
Temazos desde el comienzo del álbum: Wetty Wang, Eight avenue, Friends of friends, Argonauts, Julie, Sleepover, The right profession, The birthday… Todo un crisol de sonidos, dentro de su sencillez, pues los arreglos son simples pero efectivos, y su instrumentación la justa. En su tarro de las esencias, el combo liderado por Amber Papini ha sabido mezclar los aromas del Twee-Pop filtrado por Belle and Sebastian con los momentos más líricos de The Delgados. Como anécdota, desde su sello dicen que Amber aprendió a cantar con el acento inglés de Bernard Butler oyendo el Talk Talk Talk de sus Psychedelic Furs. Lo cierto es que los neoyorquinos han elaborado un disco en el que todos los temas, del uno al diez, tienen una bonita historia que contar, tienen unos sentimientos a flor de piel que afloran en cada estribillo con la dulzura y la ternura de la banda que empieza, aunque Hospitality tienen ya dos Ep´s a sus espaldas.
Un disco, en definitiva, que no deberías perderte para no dejar nunca de lado ese sentimiento tan simple y tan sencillo al que llamamos belleza.
“Amber Papini’s world is full of doors, locks, and keys. Half the tracks on her band Hospitality‘s self-titled debut LP make mention of these things, either their presence or, more significantly, their absence. Take “Liberal Arts”, an appropriately languid tribute to mapless post-graduate ennui: “So you found the lock/ But not the key that college brings/ And all the trouble of your B.A. in English literature/ Instead of law, or something more practical,” Papini wryly surmises over a tamped-down electric riff and shuffly drums, showing her hand as the most promising recent graduate of the Tracyanne Campbell school of cardigan rock. (In non-metaphorical reality, Papini studied at Yale.)
Then there’s the dreamy, rootless “Sleepover”: “Lock the door, I’ll take your coat/ Let’s pretend that it’s summer,” she implores some itinerant lover, though the demand quickly slides into “let’s pretend that we’re married” and then, after a niggling guitar worms through the backdrop of brushy drums and gauzy harmonies, perhaps unsurprisingly dissolves: “Lock the door before you leave.”
This album is about the comings and goings that can consume a certain kind of twentysomething’s life, about fuguing and settling and sometimes not being able to tell one from the other. This album is also very fun, perhaps because, as Papini has wandered into her 30s, she seems to have realized that none of that really goes away, it just gets easier, or at least starts to seem bearably silly. In these songs, quietly groovy drumbeats turn fully danceable in the flick of an instant, shimmering Afropoppy guitar rains down like confetti, whole brass sections seem to barge in and sneak away and climb back in through some window.
The NYC-based trio recorded the album almost a year ago, then shopped it around and signed with Merge last fall. Some of the tracks (Papini wrote all of them; she plays piano and guitar, too) were re-recorded from their sparse 2008 EP, produced by Karl Blau, which was also called Hospitality. The LP was produced by the band’s guitarist/drummer/keyboardist Nathan Michel (he and Papini are married) and Shane Stoneback, who’s had his hand in the honeypots of Vampire Weekend, Sleigh Bells, and Cults.
The not-new songs here don’t sound reworked so much as run through some kind of cartoony scrubbing contraption, Wonka Wash-style, emerging stunningly clean out the other end, the curvy surfaces all gleaming in the sun. “Betty Wang”, apparently a tribute to one of Papini’s old day-job colleagues, has been especially improved. The original sounds like it was recorded in a bathroom under the lingering threat of whinging roommates, with frumpy drums and Papini fighting back a yawn; now there’s a brash, almost bratty energy, Papini hamming it up on the rollercoasting, “If you leave New York/ I don’t care, I don’t care!” line in particular, teased by real live electric guitars, trotting drums, twinkling keyboards. What’s lost is Papini’s raw vulnerability and delicate guitar-work (“Half an Apple”, one of the EP tracks not carried over here, built around her meandering vocals and spare finger-picking, has more than a bit of a Laura Marling vibe).
Papini’s voice is funny– kind of a knowingly prim brogue, one that would seem painfully affected if it wasn’t so clear she’s in on the vamping. As the press-packet story goes, she taught herself to sing growing up in Kansas City, Mo., via repeated listenings of the Psychedelic Furs’ Talk Talk Talk. But that doesn’t quite explain the darling strangeness of her voice, its sweet, rubbery petulance. It sounds more like she’s channeling Hayley Mills duetting with Hayley Mills on “Let’s Get Together”, that song from The Parent Trap, the 1961 Disney movie in which Mills stars as teenage twins, separated at birth but reunited at summer camp, trying to trick their divorced parents into getting remarried. This preposterous plan at one point involves a musical number, the British Mills singing on one side as a West Coast tomboy, struggling to make sense of all the r’s, and on the other as a clipped Boston debutante with a Mid-Atlantic lilt. Papini’s voice falls somewhere in the funny middle space between the sisters’ harmonies, whatever Midwestern drawl she might be shoving aside yearning from the wings, hand in hand with Mills’ Londoner tendencies; she even punctuates a few of her own lines with a prodding “yeah, yeah!” that almost precisely echos the entirely unsubtle “Let’s Get Together” refrain. All Mills got out of the song was a No. 8 Billboard hit and a politely-ignored novelty LP. By all accounts, Hospitality should fare a bit better” (pitchfork.com)