Emotionally rich and full of depth, Indigo is easily Wild Nothing’s best album to date.
Indigo is another block in the impressive body of work Tatum has built over the decade, and it's some of the best retro '80s (but not stuck in the past) music anyone is making in the 2010s.
The bulk of Indigo builds on previous Wild Nothing works, yet there's a slight bite featured on most tracks that seemed nonexistent before.
Indigo pleasantly recreates the sounds of 80s synth-pop, making for another winning chapter in their discography.
Despite its flaws, Indigo is everything you could want in a summer album: it’s an effervescent and satisfying listen that feels designed for driving with the windows down on a cloudless day, or dancing with your friends in your living room on a Saturday night.
Indigo is an incandescent midnight drive over 11 gleaming tracks. However, the album follows few bends over its course.
Jack Tatum’s Los Angeles album finds him expanding his ambitions, but neither his songwriting nor his mood-setting measure up to the polish or the scale of his aspirational, accessible indie pop.
The constant ricocheting of lofty instrumentation with visceral, storybook lyrics make Indigo an at times arresting listen, like the shimmering ambiance of ‘Flawed Translation’. But oftentimes the formula comes up short.
Indigo doesn’t quite reach the heights of Gemini or Nocturne, but remains an interesting entry in Wild Nothing’s discography nonetheless.
The richest, most polished set Tatum’s produced to date.
Indigo is a far cry from the lo-fi bedroom recordings of Wild Nothing's 2010 debut, Gemini. This is the band's most polished effort to date, but Tatum struggles to match the album's sleek technical elements with meaningful lyrics, frequently leaning on platitudes.
With just about enough sonic variation to keep things interesting, there’s a more pristine, altogether more polished feel to this collection of tracks no doubt the result of an artist who’s getting closer to refining their craft.
Every note and mood is clearly meticulously planned and clinically executed, yet this makes the music feel rather hollow and artificial, lacking both the starry-eyed freshman warmth of Gemini and the confident bombast of Life Of Pause.
Most of Indigo feels like a string of genre-writing exercises.
It looks like the melody is the same in all songs. Although, "Bend" is the best song in my opinion, the only song that convinced me.
Indigo takes that familiar and twists and turns it like a reversible shirt. We see a rich side of Wild Nothing, one that could ride on forever into a sunset and never looking back. Confident in it's structure, and steadfast in it's honesty to take on complex emotions without overcomplicating the melody.
Pretty much what I was expecting from the singles and direction of the last record, none of which I've cared for.
Pelo visto é o álbum da banda com a pior avaliação do público. Acho que ele tem tudo o que os anteriores tem... mas perdendo um pouco do Dream e caindo mais pro Pop. Simples assim, também concordo que não é tão bom quanto os outros, mas não sei se consigo definir como "o menos interessante da banda".
Indigo takes that familiar and twists and turns it like a reversible shirt. We see a rich side of Wild Nothing, one that could ride on forever into a sunset and never looking back. Confident in it's structure, and steadfast in it's honesty to take on complex emotions without overcomplicating the melody.
1 | Letting Go 3:41 | |
2 | Oscillation 3:50 | |
3 | Partners in Motion 4:20 | |
4 | Wheel of Misfortune 4:15 | |
5 | Shallow Water 4:06 | |
6 | Through Windows 3:19 | |
7 | The Closest Thing to Living 3:34 | |
8 | Dollhouse 1:17 | |
9 | Canyon on Fire 4:44 | |
10 | Flawed Translation 3:58 | |
11 | Bend 4:05 |
#19 | / | Under the Radar |
#39 | / | Piccadilly Records |