Phantogram
On their second LP, NYC duo (and sometime Flaming Lips/Big Boi collaborators) Phantogram don't feel like dancin', much like the office gossip doesn't want to tell you something juicy you won't believe. So, as if the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the Naked and Famous are running the DJ booth, Black Out Days sees Sarah Barthel wail about “a thousand voices in my head”, Howling At The Moon gets cartoony-gothic and Celebrating Nothing confesses to indulgent self-destruction, all under a veneer of glossy leather-pop. Voices has enough bite to leave a mark but isn't as menacing as one might hope.
