Yeasayer – “Silly Me” TRACK REVIEW

Silly Me Track Card

Yeasayer typically sit in a peculiar place, caught somewhere between traditional psychedelic rock and the modernized scene of indie pop rock. If this wasn’t obvious before, they certainly demonstrate it on their newest track, titled “Silly Me”.

Upon first listen, “Silly Me” resembles something oddly familiar. Vocally it shares a curious resemblance to the pop hit “Shut Up and Dance With Me”. It features a dangerously catchy hook with a tinge of reverb and follows the typical hit song writing template to a tee. That’s not a criticism – many artists narrow down their style, develop it, and mould it into something more marketable. It often adds a slick coat of polish onto a band’s flavor – helping the transition from underground to mainstream.

Having considered that, the first ten seconds of the song reassure any fan’s doubt that Yeasayer are turning into a soulless radio band. The guitars are sprinkled with psychedelically tinged electronics, sidestepping any predictions of where the song is going. Additionally the chorus is supported by some twinkling synths – toned down enough to not interrupt the main chorus.

Thankfully, the lyrics also remain curious and introspective. Frontman Chris Keating provides adequate vocals, singing about a crumbling romantic relationship. “Silly me, overreacting/Need to practice my apologies/Swear to not disagree anymore” he sings. It’s uncertain whether he’s being sarcastic or constantly berated; not that it makes a difference either way. He’s constantly making the same mistakes, always playing up to her, only now realizing the extent of the abuse: “I could tell that your love was doled out in abuse”.

Despite their radio-ready sound, Yeasayer have a distinctive style that separates them from other bands. They are clearly striving for that pop sound, but like Passion Pit, Yeasayer are injecting it with enough experimentation to keep things interesting and stop them from being just another flavor of the month radio darling.

– J. Faull