PHANTOM PLANET - PHANTOM PLANET

Oh, my,... Who is this new band calling themselves Phantom Planet? They're a lot rougher and gruffer than the earnest pop rock kids from Phantom Planet's last album, The Guest-- which was swell in its own right-- and I dig it, Jack! Their new self-titled third album-- especially the first single, "Big Brat"-- makes me wish I was five years younger, skinny-as-hell, and singing through a muffler, rocking out on a fuzzy guitar! DAMN! Why did I learn to play the tuba of all things in high school? I mean,.. shit!
Okay, the new album has been compared to The Strokes in every review I've read. Sure. I can see that. But this is The Strokes on steroids. This is how I sometimes wish The Strokes could find the energy to be. That's the biggest thing that stands out for me while listening to the new Phantom Planet way too loud, with my bedroom door open, no doubt bugging my roommates: its energy. It makes me want to jump around and aggressively play air guitar. Damn, it's a fine feeling.
So, in the end, what we have here are eleven songs, and all within 35 minutes. Not a wasted one. This band sounds terrific. And they've gotten better with each album.
"We learned a lot about what kind of band Phantom Planet is while on tour for The Guest; it's stripped down and turned up," is how guitarist Jacques Brautbar described their new sound in my interview with him last issue.
Sounds good to me.
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