What I was expecting to be one thing, Younghusband turned Dissolver into something unexpected. This quartet makes modest glitter pop that turns bubblegum into an intersteller night light shining on an experience.
A lot like The Orange Peels and Regia with gentle vocals that carefully lay aside of glorious guitar jangle and lightly-played beats. Where their debut develops the band’s style and solidified them in the pop continuum, Dissolver goes far beyond and uses the album to just let the band shine in its fragility.
These are songs that are not created to show off. They simply are here to just be. Love them or leave them, you will not be fighting for them. A gentle persuasion, something like “Broken Girls,” exists to follow you like a ghost while “Orange Flare” feels like a dissonant lullaby, falling asleep to the brisk air of solitude. And without the slightest tint of pretentious tongues, “Misguided Light” makes you long for Elliott Smith by a winter fireplace.
The album follows the contingency of an early ‘60s release, recorded and mixed in a stunning two weeks time frame, it left little room for wasted moments. That work ethic also led to a more organic and frontal sound for the band.
If you are looking for an album not willing to show off or go above and beyond their means to impress, then look no further into the glimmering world of Younghusband.