You walk down a bustling street late at night when it begins to rain. You escape into a glitzy-looking club at the center of town, pay the cover charge, and walk through the door leading to the dance floor. The door closes behind you, the fluorescent room is in front of you, but some kind of transparent material surrounds you. You look around and see giant bubbles everywhere, filled with dancing people: singles, couples, and groups alike. Your feet move . . .
It’s time for me to gush again. This is one of my favorite artists, and I’ve been eagerly anticipating the release of this record. I’m also happy to report that it exceeds all lofty expectations. Vega Intl. Night School is the newest full-length from Neon Indian, a solo-project-turned-band helmed by frontman/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist/producer Alan Palomo. Long-time fans will surely be elated, and it gets a whole lot funkier.
The groove never ceases during the course of this album, and Palomo ensures that the listening experience is akin to a sweaty night at the club. All of the most tantalizing elements of classic Neon Indian — 16-bit synths, wonky pitch-shifting, disembodied vocal samples — are present, but the melodies are brighter and catchier, the compositions are more cohesively detailed, and everything just sounds more sexy.
The underlying narrative of the record lies in Palomo’s use of the term “night school,” and his thesis encompasses the following: those that allow themselves to stay up past the setting of the sun will learn the truths of human behavior. He sums it up with the final line, “We’re all just waiting for something, ’til love touches you like a hand in the dark.” If you’re seeking glossy, funk/disco/r&b-tinged pop, this album is for you.
– stasi (@stasisphere)