Immoor – She Moves
Record Label: Immoor Productions
Release Date: January 15, 2010
We always hear things like, “You watch too much TV. You’re rotting your brain.” But for some reason, this negative consumption of whatever it is we consume never includes music. Over the years we've been given a free pass to hear however much music we want without repercussion. But far and away this addiction to pop-punk and tacky, recycled rhythms deserves the same amount of disgust as an hour spent watching the semi-sentient manatees behind Family Guy. Don’t tell me that an All Time Low marathon won't leave you not only dumb, but dumbfounded. Is there any measurable difference between bobbing your head to three chords and laughing at a Ray Romano sitcom joke?
Most of the crap is crap. And most of it does nothing to push us as human beings. So it would be preposterous of me to say that Immoor’s new record She Moves does anything completely different. Mr. Casey Immoor, the band’s only force, is nothing but a Postal Service disciple, that is, if we were to pretend that the Postal Service were the first group to use synthesizers and saccharine vocals to create some sort of techno-on-NyQuil effect. But I guess what Immoor does to cut through my jaded-asshole-alcoholic ramblings is be nothing more than fun/smart/fun. For every simple beat that repeats to near nauseating steadfastness (“California Falling into the Sea” or “Porno Queen), there is a next-century attempt at pop intellectualism (“Matadors", even though it’s clearly an homage to whatever terrible 80s music us 20-year olds mock in coffee shops run by multi-national corporations). Is that enough parentheses for one paragraph? Shutup.
But whatever effort it takes to fight through my stupid words and mammoth shoulder-chip should be disregarded due to the simple fact that this music is pleasantly endearing. It doesn’t require much and yet it gives back heartily. “Behind The Walls” does The Notwist better than The Notwist. “Inhale Exhale” goes to places where nerds shouldn’t – field raves, Europe, a MILF’s pants – and finds common ground between those who know and those who never will. The definition of Jack of all Trades implies some sort of worldliness, but Mr. Immoor has found a way around this term while spending an unhealthy amount of time in his bedroom. And maybe that’s what’s so remarkable about She Moves. It’s a bedroom pop record layered with synthesizers and not much else, but it’s also a trek around the twenty-somethings. And as anyone who’s been through that time knows, you feel all at once stuck and free. Like you can’t move and like you can’t stop moving. What seems regular never is, and when nothing’s regular you feel at home. She Moves captures this mirror reality in its purest form. It encompasses everything strange while feeling regular. Each listen changes you without being different. It feels powerful, even if it is just sugar to a sweet tooth.
Recommended If You Like: The Postal Service, The Notwist, ho ho ho, Electric President, he he he