You chew gum. It tastes nice. You spit it out. That’s all.
For a sound that allows itself such a comfortable sonic range between the positivity of pop and the textured density of experimental electronic, these guys kept it really shallow. There are so many tools in front of these folks, yet, not a finger is lifted; leaving scraps of forgettable noise. Just like the contemporary nature of a piece of gum, Foster the People can’t be enjoyed longer then the lifespan of a Juicy Fruit. An ode to unsuccessful pop.
Foster the People seem to have rose from zero to hero out of thin air. Led by Mark Foster, this team of newcomers emerged from a brief and nearly invisible independent phase and sold out faster than you could sell hot cakes. They’re a handsome band that followed suit with the whole electro-pop formula that’s proved undeniably successful in recent years with the likes of Passion Pit, MGMT and Phoenix; but somebody always has to come along and fuck up a good thing, don’t they?
Foster’s contribution to current electro-pop are worth checking out for shits and giggles. Torches is one of those blistering waste of space albums that accentuates on its primary hit singles with more production value and attention; disregarding all other room for art in the process. Foster the People invent a messy electronic atmosphere and allow a mist of sexiness to emerge through their sound that basically creates all the weight of their appeal. This is undeniably well executed on tracks like Pumped Up Kicks and to an extent, Helena Beat. What really gets me is how this style disintegrates into a fine dust on every other track, leaving a slew of oddly produced and cheap sounding songs.
Regardless of preference, the weak and near desperate efforts of newcomer Foster the People won’t be resonating through anybody’s ears nor should they.
This album is that absolute stranger you dance with at a party, then ditch three minutes later.