By Jeremy Grand
There’s something to say about Brand New: They can retain their popularity and become one of those few Long Island bands that a good majority of natives are proud to be a fan of (another being, of course, Billy Joel).
Daisy, the band’s fourth album since their inception in 2000, has a much more mature and very different sounding feel to it, although it lacks a certain memorable charm and uniqueness as their previous albums. The band became huge based on that unmistakable sound; young without being naïve, conforming with the noise of the times without drowning in the endless pool of punk-pop bands.
“Vices,” the first track, begins with a way too long clip of some vintage female vocal song (it would have been more interesting if it weren’t half the song length), and merges abruptly with a totally opposite audio dialogue. Though not a terrible track, it doesn’t much set the tone for the rest of the album. Some of Brand New’s best were the more-subtle (“Jesus,” “Mix Tape,” “Tautou,” for example), so needless to say, some of the best on this latest venture are the same (“You Stole,” “Bed”).
And then there is the terrible middle interlude “Be Gone,” which could have been a decent little ditty had they not decided to make Jesse Lacey sound like he was being shaken in a paint mixer for a minute-and-a-half. Creativity is one thing, but when it seems forced, it is bad.
Daisy isn’t overall a bad album, it’s just not that great. When sat next to the band’s previous works, this one absolutely falls flat, like they have almost given in to producer pressure and plateaued, dimming into the low lights of the hundreds of new garage bands that have looked to them for inspiration.