“Regarding our absence, sometimes one needs to disappear in order to
regroup; situations change and human beings are swept here and there
by the marvelous ebb and flow of culture.” Such is the explanation—noticeably void of definitives, of real cause and effect—posted on the
Voxtrot website. This is clearly a different age and time, when a brief two year interlude between the release of their self-titled debut album and a performance at their hometown’s
SXSW festival demands an explanation, an excuse note. Such a hiatus, perfectly understandable in decades past, now seems to imply a tragedy, or, if nothing else, an imposition on hungry listeners.
Listen, Voxtrot: It’s ok. Shit happens, right? Not everyone can walk in your shoes. We’re just happy to find this new single, produced by that
dude from Spoon, manifesting itself on our blog-trolling radar. It’s a nervous song, pregnant with suspicion and expectation. The mix of live piano and raggedly enveloped keyboard (Casiotone? If I’m not mistaken?) is a fitting juxtaposition, reflecting what was both lost and gained by your absence. The lyrics seem to weave around the same themes, but in a linear fashion, a sine wave progressing, swirling along the x-axis, drilling a hole in our heads. —
Erik Bryan, Mar. 18, 2009