Devendra Banhart Ape In Pink Marble Review

This could very well be his best album song for song.

Devendra banhart ape in pink marble review.

The first couple of songs breezes by effortless and it should come as no surprise that banhart s soothing voice works nice on the more mellow songs in my opinion he s always been at his best when he dials things back. Smartly instead of trying to shout over the din of a packed room he dials things back and ape in pink marble feels inviting and intimate if a bit somber. This open engagement with lounge music serves ape in pink marble well for the most part but banhart occasionally slips so deeply into quiet politeness that he risks losing all trace of his identity completely. Ape in pink marble review charming incongruities.

Its best moments are a reminder of why banhart touched a nerve in the. The result is a mixed one. Ape in pink marble comes to a close with the instrumental celebration the title being the only word sung ending the listener s stay at the fictional. Plus his lp s come with a free poster.

In an interview with the current banhart downplayed the notion that his music had evolved but acknowledged that while he may be using the same tools he is using them to explore new ground. Album opener and first single middle names is devendra at his simple best with only light synth flourishes and intermingling acoustic guitars made to complement haunting warbling vocals. The songs on sometime freak folk singer songwriter devendra banhart s ninth album are downbeat but heartfelt his wry. Ape in pink marble marks banhart s ninth full length effort and with the exception of a handful of singles the first material he has released since mala.

Devendra banhart s ninth lp continues on with the wispy low stakes coziness of 2013 s mala though it s much darker. The palette is playful but restrained with acoustic guitar synths mallet percussion and mellotron among its tools. Ape in pink marble is pure distilled devendra. With ape in pink marble banhart continues to reel in diversions and delivers his most understated album in over a decade.

Saturday night is blank and aimless in its attempts at sleepy r b and the old fashioned lucky is dragged down by its lazily mumbled lyrics and uncreative soul arrangements.