REVIEW: Shonen Knife, Happy Hour (Big Deal)
- Chelsea Spear
The word "cute" hangs around the collective necks of Shonen Knife like a large albatross - or a cuddly dodo, if you prefer. The constant citing of the word in reference to this trio of talented, playful musicians has some root in reality; a quick glance at the lyrics sheet for their latest album, Happy Hour, reveals odes to the Jackalope and the sushi bar, admonishions to watch out for people traps and to catch your bus, and an account of one of the most beloved game shows on Japanese television. This isn't typical song fodder outside of Dr Demento's radio show, and their loose handle on the English language gets condescending pats on the head from music critics who should know better. Most reviews gloss over what amazing songwriters and musicians this power trio is in favour of their camera-ready adorableness.
The Knife's latest album, Happy Hour, reveals the band to be deepening their craft. The tight, cohesive ensemble gets to demonstrate their considerable skills over thirteen tracks; the songs are spot-on ear candy for any power pop fiends, short and melodic enough to hold the shortest attention spans, decorated with the spangly musical jewelry of well-placed, attention-getting hooks.
What's more, Shonen Knife seem to be experimenting with new ideas, bringing elements of the intriguing sounds that have been developing in recent pop to their time-honored, Ramones- and Cheap Trick-inspired tunes. Granted, in some places this approach works better than others; the electronica dabbling of "Shonen Knife Planet" falls flat under its own chirpiness. However, the bridge for the infectious "Banana Chips" is awash in a shoegazer guitar drone reminiscent of My Bloody Valentine on a sugar high, and the vocal harmonies and handclaps recall the vibrant sonic colours and bratty attitude of Lush.
With the rest of the album, the Knife remind their audience of their endearing nature with their familiar blend of infectious guitar pop. Sure, tunes like the giddy "Konnichiwa", a Number One hit in any other galaxy, might not be the most profound musical statements ever committed to aluminum discus, but for tunes that will slap a smile on your face and put a spring in your step, they can't be beat. If you're looking for a party album par excellence, whip out the banana chips and the hot chocolate, roll out the trampoline, and throw Happy Hour on the turntable. You won't be disappointed.
