Heartwarming indie-poppers circle all the way past irony, back to earnestness
The Brunettes arrived Stateside from their native New Zealand with plenty of attractive luggage:
guitars and amplifiers borrowed from The Shins, a stage show resembling The Flaming Lips on Viagra and a sound somewhere between the lo-?delity punch of The Velvet Underground and an opening montage from Sesame Street
. Song titles include “Her Hairagami Set,” “Credit Card Mail Order” and “If You Were An Alien.” Got it? Heather Mans?eld’s voice is a sweet amalgamation of Karen Carpenter and Björk that ?ts nicely into the group’s cheekily arranged cosmo-pop, allowing Jonathan Bree’s warbling contributions to salt everything to taste. Like their countrymen, Flight of The Conchords, The Brunettes have spread the irony thick enough to resemble a kind of postmodern earnestness.