Sandwiched somewhere between therapy hymnals and high-as-a-kite party music, the new Tame Impala showcases the multitude of talents that bandleader, Kevin Parker, has to draw from.
The Slow Rush ebbs and flows like some sort of auditory hallucination. And, if this sounds like something you’re just gonna try on the weekend and lay off the rest of the time, then there might be some truth there. These anthems to slowly coming down are not music for all hours and all places.
Much like Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys, Tame Impala’s slow burners are worth a great deal of respect and occasional reverence. However, unless your inner millennial hippy is ready to anoint Brian Parker as your spokesperson, and, boy, there would be much worse people to choose, then you’re bound to save this album for special occasions. Most likely, beach parties and dinner with your parents.
