I have a deep appreciation for MGMT. Whenever I hear they have a new single and take a listen, I am always greeted with some form of a new sound. A sometimes slight evolution in their music as they continue developing their music. You always feel that there is a moment when about 3/4 in to your first listen to their new song, you say “Yeah, that’s them. Awesome.” I feel that way about this song. But am also captivated by what, to me, sounds like MGMT maturing with a bristly outcome and lyrically simplistic (yet steely) music.
Soaked in that psychedelic rock which has given the duo their signature sound, there is an interesting, gritty texture over the track which makes it sound like they dragged it through the desert to give it that perfect you-need-to-buy-new-speakers-soon sound. One of my favorite elements to this track is the distinguishable instrumental moments in it, which I believe some of their earlier songs are missing. I love the guitar bit before the song is a minute in giving it a twangy edge. The cowbell. The shivering tambourine.
What this song offers for MGMT fans, is grit. If their previous songs where glitter, then this is dirt. Better yet, if they are the house parties, then this is the backseat soundtrack. And I mean that in the best possible way. Hopefully, this is a glimpse at what they will be releasing on their third album set to release in September of this year.