In a three-track blast at the front end of their second full-length, they showcase a world of youthful exuberance, glorious, carefree fun and pop nous that sets their peers back on their heels.
While missed connections litter the album – missed calls, disembodied names on screens – I’m All Ears is about abandoning fear and leaping boldly towards desire. It is remarkable.
Though they can often get a little overindulgent at times on this record, Let’s Eat Grandma rarely miss the mark on this record.
Like a magic eye puzzle falling into place, ‘I’m All Ears’ has only slightly shifted the band’s focus, but suddenly it all makes sense.
Reflecting Walton and Hollingworth’s growth and maturation over a period of approximately two years, it is a creative and infectious record, which after repeat listens, moves from being intriguing to simply irresistible.
Through all the eccentricities and quirks, it should be said that ‘I’m All Ears’ manages to be a gloriously readable pop album on first listen. For a band hailed as cult heroes one album in, this is the boldest statement they’ve made so far.
With I'm All Ears, Let's Eat Grandma encapsulate the agony and ecstasy of youth – and even more besides – in constantly dynamic ways that demand your attention.
As a record that’s as lyrically compelling as it is sonically daring, I’m All Ears is an admirable follow-up to an impressive debut.
It’s a thrill to listen to their experiments, their tinkering with sounds and ideas.
I'm All Ears arrived almost exactly two years after Let's Eat Grandma's debut, I, Gemini, but the leap the duo makes on its second album feels like it should've taken much longer.
Depending on your taste for that kind of home-brewed, distinctively British weirdness, I’m All Ears is either a massive leap forwards or a sad lurch towards the middle-ground.
Satisfying as both a sophomore effort and streamlined pop album, I'm All Ears establishes Let's Eat Grandma as a band that need to be heard.
Ultimately it’s the spirit of adventure that runs through the entire enterprise that makes the diversity feel perfectly coherent, and timely.
While I'm All Ears never dips into the shrouded fervor of its predecessor, Let's Eat Grandma can still weave a curious quilt.
I'm All Ears stretches pretty far beyond standard synthpop sounds at times, which makes for some nice eclecticism. Well, it's nice until the group decides to stretch things out with nine- and 11-minute tracks near the end of the album.
Musically I’m All Ears is much more accessible than the debut and is a mixed bag in its creativity.
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