The last time we heard from
Marmoset before
Florist Fired was 2002's
Mishawaka EP, but it almost doesn't matter how long they take between releases: the band always feels slightly out of time.
Marmoset's shambling, chugging
indie rock -- a dry, droll, Midwestern take on the looser side of British
post-punk and
psychedelic pop -- seems more in sync with the sound the style's heroes were making back in the early to mid-'90s than with any of their late-'90s or 2000s contemporaries.
Guided by Voices is a frequent comparison point, and songs like this album's
"Personality Candyspots" won't dissuade those comparisons anytime soon, but on
Florist Fired,
Marmoset sounds most like themselves, borrowing sounds and approaches from their earlier work. The album begins with a flurry of dizzying song snippets like the bouncy, distorted
"Toe Tapper" and
"I Saw Your Shadow," a prime example of the murky, experimental sound the band delves into from time to time and which can grate on all but the most die-hard
Marmoset fans. It's not the most promising start, especially for a band that's been gone for half a decade, but eventually
Florist Fired straightens out just enough to deliver a string of songs that rank with the band's finest.
"Butterknife" brings back the buzzy, sardonic sound of
Today It's You, while
"Luckcharm" and
"Pass It Along" are perfect examples of
Marmoset's meandering acoustic
pop. The sweet, singalong melodies of
"Missing Man" and
"Apples" are even hookier and more direct than anything the band has done before, and nod to
Jorma Whittaker's 2003 self-titled solo album.
Dave Jablonski's songs are just as strong, particularly
"Dropping Dimes" and
"Laughing with Minx," a dark
psych-pop interlude that reaffirms just how big an influence
Syd Barrett is on
Marmoset's music. The strangely willful, awkward charm of the band's sound is on full display, especially on
Florist Fired's slower tracks:
"(I'm) Somewhere" is dreamy, laconic, and somehow unfinished-feeling, which makes its musings even more wistful, and
"Not Nice" shows that even the band's most bittersweet songs have a playful edge to them.
Marmoset's elliptical, cryptic almost-
pop is out of sync with the instant-gratification nature of a lot of late-2000s indie music, but
Florist Fired is worth savoring instead of downing in one big gulp. ~ Heather Phares
