TV on the Radio: Dear Science

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TV on the Radio: <em>Dear Science</em>
Brooklyn art-rock troupe experiments to mixed resultsHow strange that, in these times fraught with war, economic recession, poor housing markets and all kinds of bad news, TV on the Radio sounds more party-ready than ever. Dear Science

The band’s third full-length album opens with “Halfway Home,” which is interesting if only because the song is closing-credits epic. Silver-throated frontman Tunde Adebimpe kicks things off with buh-buh-bah-bah-bums before switching to mellifluous verses joined by claps, walls of shoegaze guitars and various percussion, to name just a few of the accompaniments. Layering is the name of the game here. It’s a style TVotR has been brandishing for years, and the band is only getting better at it.

Elsewhere, “Dancing Choose” (say that out loud if you don’t catch the title’s wordplay) comes rushing out of the gate, again led by Adebimpe, who—like some madcap preacher with eyes rolling back into his head—chants, “He’s a what? He’s a what? He’s a newspaper man. And he gets his best ideas from a newspaper stand.” Constantly cranked to 11, this track is sure to be a barn-burning addition to the band’s eclectic live set, and the fact that the song’s lyrics can be interpreted as political discontent only adds to its vitriol. Unfortunately, not all of Dear Science’s aggressive tracks hold themselves to such a high standard. Although “Red Dress” eventually digs itself out of a hole with fantastic horns (a refreshing addition across the album) and funk guitar, the opening lyrics are about as heavy-handed and embarrassing as this band has ever been: “Hey, jackboot / fuck your war / cause I’m fat and in love and no bombs are fallin’ on me for sure.”

When the revved-up rage subsides, TVotR has trouble keeping the ante high. Although songs like “Stork & Owl” and “DLZ” contain some interesting instrumentation and a few inspired moments, they mostly exist as skip-button fodder, watering down Dear Science’s most sublime moments. Still, the band strikes down-tempo gold on tracks like “Family Tree” and “Love Dog.” Adebimpe shines brightest on the latter. Much like Hold Steady frontman Craig Finn, it’s impossible to discuss TVotR without examining the band’s vocal centerpiece. And also much like Finn, no one really sings or writes lyrics quite like Adebimpe, and even his band’s lesser songs sound better when you strip away the music and read his words by themselves. On “Love Dog,” he croons of a metaphorical pup that’s anonymous to all. In one of many memorable verses from Dear Science, Adebimpe sings in perfect rhythm, “Curse me out in free verse and / Wrap me up and reverse this / Patience is a virtue / Until its silence burns you.” It’s enough to make a guy wish he’d paid more attention in his college poetry courses.

Each successive piece of music TVotR has put out can be classified as a grower, revealing nuance and surprises over time, especially when considered in the context of the band’s live show (if you’ve seen them, you know they completely re-write their catalog onstage). Dear Science will likely fall into this category as well. In the meantime, it stands as a sometimes-confusing document of a particular time and place in the story of this constantly evolving art project.