of Montreal – False Priest
Kevin Barnes made very clear that the schizophrenic Skeletal Lamping was simply an experiment, that its bipolar vignettes were over and done with. This may be true, but the soul and funk influences that Barnes dabbled in are now more prevalent than ever on of Montreal’s electric tenth album, False Priest. Barnes also returns to recording primarily organic instruments for the first time since 2004’s Satanic Panic In The Attic, and with the help of blockbuster producer Jon Brion, Priest is the band’s fullest-sounding album to date. The wider sonic palette helps propel the polyrhythms and extended jams that drive stone cold grooves like “Girl Named Hello” and “I Feel Ya’ Strutter.” Moreover, the return to (relatively) normal song structure pays great dividends for Barnes, helping to rein in some of the more indulgent moments that occasionally bogged down Skeletal Lamping, though it sometimes remains a problem here. But for all the influences, no one’s going to mistake this for a Curtis Mayfield record. This is still an of Montreal record through and through with all the one-man harmonies (particularly on album standout “Hydra Fancies”) and psych-pop flourishes. Barnes even presents some of his most rock-oriented work in years on “Coquet Coquette” and “Famine Affair.”
Yet what makes False Priest stand out among the band’s discography isn’t just its sound. Barnes’ willingness to collaborate–not just with Brion but with like-minded vocalists Janelle Monáe and Solange–on what are primarily dancefloor-savvy numbers results in of Montreal’s most playful record yet. Sure, like all oM records, anger and depression permeate the record (especially “Casualty Of You” and “Famine Affair,” the latter of which plays like a sequel to Hissing Fauna‘s “She’s A Rejecter”). But here, just about everything feels like a party even when the lyrics state otherwise. Although Barnes has pulled off this trick before, particularly on Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?, here he despairs and philosophizes as often as he jokes, keeping the focus on fun. No, it’s not perfect, but False Priest stands tall even among of Montreal’s distinguished body of work.