Neutral Milk Hotel – “In The Aeroplane Over The Sea”

Neutral Milk Hotel
“In The Aeroplane Over The Sea”
Merge
You know that awkward, quirky neighbour that looks like Michael Cera in Juno and walks around with his plastic neon shades and his Lomo Camera taking pictures of the flight of plastic bags in the wind and listening to a Johnny Hobo basement recording? Yea, well he has nothing on these guys. Dear Reader, these are the fathers of hipsterism. Fathers of hipsterism, this is the reader. The now defunct act from Ruston, Louisiana, Neutral Milk Hotel, presented us their second effort, In The Aeroplane Over The Sea, on the summer of 1998, a year in which smoking was banned from all California bars and Frank Sinatra was dying from a bunch of heart attacks induced from getting laid too much. The obvious answer to this was to create a lo-fi pseudo-indie rock album with stolen cover art and an orgy of ethnical instruments.
The album opens with The King of Carrot Flowers pt. One, a title that is as confusing as the lyrics it contains, which are just an omen of things to come. The opening guitar strumming and off-tune vocals get you in the mood for some Bob Dylan worship, with an accordion coming into play a few minutes after. The scent of generic hipster music is in the air. You close your eyes as the track starts introducing a little ambient noise, which can only prepare you for the full-on noise rock that is The King of Carrot Flowers pt. Two and Three. Why part two and three are the same track, we can only wonder, but the variety of sounds that this album includes starts becoming more notorious as the track goes on. The third-and title-track is a really catchy acoustic song that includes a “singing saw”. Yes, a “singing saw”. Don’t ask what it is, don’t google it, just enjoy the soothing sounds of a saw that sings. Its swirly voice gives the track an eerie playground context, and is just the beginning of an album that includes instruments like flugelhorn, zanzithophone, uilleann pipes and the over-used shortwave radio noises that have now invaded every artsy album. These guys were not kidding when they gave their band such a random name. This album is a complete clusterfuck of weird ideas that somehow end up working together really well. Everything is catchy, everything makes you feel happy of wearing this “Vote for Pedro” shirt and these really tight jeans that kinda-show-your-package-but-not-really.
The album continues with songs like the fuzzy Holland, 1945 and the mellow Oh Comely, and even reaches an Untitled instrumental track. Yes, a song without both a title and lyrics. If this isn’t art, i don’t know what is. The album concludes with “Two-Headed Boy Pt. Two” which is obviously about the second head of the kid from the fourth track. The “deepness” of these guys is obviously too much for anyone to handle.
Overall, they managed to create an original sound, even with a really bad production, that is both intellectual and catchy. The flow in this album is close to perfection and it has a great balance of calm and heavy, which can only make your day better. If you ever thought that short film you made with the poster made out of newspaper cut-outs and pen drawings of the characters was interesting, you definitely have to check these guys out and shit a brick at what good artsy music all about.
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