Sparks: Hippopotamus

It’s been 45 years since sibling masterminds Ron and Russell Mael (piano and vocals, respectively) issued their eponymous debut album as Sparks (technically, a re-release of an album released under a different name, but let’s not split hairs). Since then, they’ve released roughly two dozen studio LPs, with a blend of cerebrally tongue-in-cheek lyrics, infectious melodies and robust yet peculiar arrangements that have cemented Sparks as one the most idiosyncratic and dependable American pop/rock acts of all time. Although many fans agree that the band’s mid-‘70s run was their peak, Sparks have never failed to meet, if not exceed, expectations, and that holds true for their latest offering, Hippopotamus. A delightfully catchy, astute and varied collection, it’d be an exceptional release for any group, let alone one as aged as Sparks.
Joining the duo on the album—which follows 2009’s The Seduction of Ingmar Bergman if you discount 2015’s FFS supergroup collaboration—are guitarist Dean Menta and drummer Steven Nistor. That said, it feels right that opener “Probably Nothing” is a brief ballad consisting mostly of the Maels (it’s as if they’re reclaiming their place at the head of the table). It’s a lovely track, too, with a sparse and profound theatrical elegance. It segues wonderfully into the whimsical “Missionary Position,” a dense, warm, and feisty gem that’s as hypnotic as it is inviting and darkly humorous. In a way, it feels like an adults-only Disney sing-along, and it would’ve fit perfectly on Sparks’ 1970s benchmarks (especially since Russell hasn’t lost a shred of his colorful flamboyance).
Read Paste’s recent interview with Sparks here.