
Klaxons - Surfing the Void (2010) [Polydor] // Grade: B-
UK cosmic rockers Klaxons follow up their Mercury Prize-winning debut, Myths of the Near Future with a space-ready cat that’s Surfing the Void to a weightier, rock-driven charge. A storming debut, Myths played as a fittingly unyielding collection of single-worth gems that all but epitomized the burgeoning, day-glo-glad “Nu Rave” scene of the time. Riding in on a hearty heap of blogged-about buzz thanks in part to club-ready remixes and sheer scene-creation standing, the quartet managed to ellipse most success beyond the interweb by scooping up festival headlining slots, an NME Awards’ “Best New Band” win and helping overall, to nurture the coming wealth of rave-centric dance-rock acts.
Most of these brothers in glowing arms— the likes of New Young Pony Club, Hadouken! or Shitdisco— released satisfactory singles, memorable in their syrupy choral infection, before following with limp longplayer offerings that failed to achieve much traction beyond their second single; Hadouken!’s 2010 sophomore effort For the Masses for instance, got just 3/10 stars from former Nu Rave loving publication, NME. Would Klaxons be the exception?
Before joining the swell with the space kitty, Void’s storied production history is worth a mention. Klaxons began work on a second album back in 2008 with veteran producer Tony Visconti (T. Rex, Bowie and Iggy Pop), before shifting to Hot-100 heavy producer Focus… a month later. After heading to France for yet another personnel change back to Myths’ producer James Ford, it looked like the band would have a new offering wrapped and ready for Christmas of ’09. No dice. Label Polydor called the songs “too experimental” and asked for a re-record, which they found in one Nu Metal knob twiddler Ross Robinson. Two of his five 2010 projects (so far) are releases from Korn, so I can totally see how Robinson seems like the perfect fit to handle the creation of a crucial Nu Rave sophomore soundscape.
Now we land at the finished product. Surfing the Void is a rock record, first and foremost. The delivery, pace and somewhat distended throb throws the UK foursome farther from the closing door of the very scene they drew fluorescent blood for just a few years earlier; in a recent Spinner article, leader Jaime Reynolds admitted they “weren’t a band” during the award-winning Myths days but rather a “collection of ideas.”
Whereas their debut took varied song-wide genre turns from scholarly-spiced cosmic rave to wobbly garage and punk, Surfing attempts to stay more conformable within its bolstered rock swell. “Valley of the Calm Trees” sounds like the bobbing grin from another band trying to sound like the Klaxons whereas “Venusia” goes after Interpol or White Lies’ gloom with elements of florid keyboard-added suspense. Fittingly-titled “Extra Astronomical” finds our space cat protagonist firmly lost in a calypso-whispered black hole of all-direction-pulling instrumentation where messy and gloomy guitars pervade- no wonder the first words are “celestial catastrophe.” It’s at this point that you notice just how dim the territory Robinson and the band are exploring with this sophomore release. “Astronomical” is one of the band’s most substantial songs because of it, growing and drifting in less than three-and-a-half minutes before the M83-esque “Twin Flames” rolls in like a tribal disco haunt made perfect for two lovers.
For those wary of the murky direction, there are moments of wholly familiar Klaxons craftsmanship here. Contagious opener “Echoes,” finds Reynolds and crew pairing flourishing piano, plucky bass and multi-vocal harmonic calls of thinking-man’s infinity: “Echoes/ many otherworlds, true horizon, makes the endless ever present.” The recognition from Surfing’s title track is a eerie redux of “Atlantis to Interzone” whereas “Flashover,” equal in it’s emulation, could be simply subtitled “Magick Pt. 2” thanks mainly to that knowingly chunky bass.
Surfing the Void will indeed throw some listeners off guard on first offering as it’s heavy, bleak and void of much of a colorful club sheen. A solid direction for the cited purveyors of new rave ubiquity, these 10 tracks can hopefully help keep its players—and their space cat— alive for more celestial catastrophes to come.
