Dear Herr Jazz,
We were scared there for a minute. Your noise had only just reached us when—cruelly, yes, and even a tad dishonorably—we found that certificate of death on your MySpace. It was a hard day. We feared the worst.
How joyful, then, to hear the sounds of you strapping, vital youths shaking the dust off your premature burial, a dust that sounds, especially here in the case of "Summer Skate" and "Yeah Yeah Awesome Cool," like more great pop. And you’re not even Swedish! But let’s cut the shit, Olympians. We’ve been whacked out on summer jams non-stop for the last two and a half months. The hit train began rolling back in mid-May and that hussy’s been making her rounds, steaming forward towards autumn and, further, towards sunless winter like nobody’s business. "Summer Skate" is the song to say, “Whoa there, Mary. Chill the freak out.” You want to know how we really feel about "Summer Skate"? It puts its body in front of the track and starts a lemonade sale and flash dance party in the middle of nowhere. To call it surf-driven would be an automatic reaction, a first impression we’d be forced (under duress from the melodic, clear-cut playing, the impeccably fuzz-free vocals, all those playful hollers and sunny bridges) to renege on. This is pure pop for all seasons, friends. All the movement and inertia of "Summer Skate" drifts into the next (and final) track, "Yeah Yeah Awesome Cool," pulling the whole Heart of Gold reference out elegantly and exuberantly. And the best thing is this: "Summer Skate" and "Yeah Yeah Awesome Cool" catch you in a place where your energies match one another. Vocals hug and guitars and vice versa. They’re the kind of one-two’ers that show what they’ve got honestly and earnestly, a pair of songs to invite everyone nearby to take a beer, be they warm or cold. And for that, Herr Jazz, we shake your filthy hands. You're really back!
Best of luck. Eyes on you.
Herr Jazz, "Summer Skate"
Herr Jazz, "Yeah Yeah Awesome Cool"