Bankrupt!, the follow up to 2009’s Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, will sound familiar to the band’s fans from the off, but also represents the first significant aesthetic shift in their oeuvre. Opening track and lead single “Entertainment” has the familiar rolling drums and Thomas Mars’ distinctively soaring vocals that caused the likes of “1901” and “Too Young” to endear themselves to every Sofia Coppola fan’s heart, but it also sets the tone for the album with a rolling surf of synths blurring out the minimalist guitars.
Over the course of the album it’s like the guitars have been washed out to sea never to return, dying like this analogy. Instead it’s all keyboards to the fore, their lightness lifting the album on to a wave of euphoria that gives Mars’ vocals a dreamlike quality; this is less the Williamsburg house party of previous albums, instead a festival in a trance. The “My Girls”-esque title track is a particular highlight, bubbling and frothing unhurried towards a crescendo that never comes, playful misdirection that sees the song slide away as unobtrusively as it arrived. OnBankrupt! Phoenix sounds like a band imposing self-restrictions of minimalism and then exploring every tiny niche found, from the soulful ’70s funk of “Drakkar Noir” to the heartbroken floatiness of “The Real Thing.”
Perhaps the most telling point is that this album bears closest resemblance to Bowie’s Let’s Dance; an artist inextricably linked with European music. Whether this is coincidence or not, Bankrupt! suggests that the rest of the world has a lot of catching up to do. -Under the Radar