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Voxtrot

In these frantic times of overblown hyperbole, instant acclaim and quick-fire backlashes, it’s refreshing to find a band that’s not terribly worried about being the Next Big Thing. This is a band that, over the five years of its existence, has released fewer than 20 songs spread across two hard to find 7-inch singles and three EPs. And it’s on the strength of those literate, memorable songs, plus a series of increasingly tight and vibrant live shows, that the band has built a devoted and passionate following – every one of whom has been waiting (and waiting) to hear this: Voxtrot’s debut album.

When you ask Ramesh Srivastava (Voxtrot’s singer and songwriter) what took him so long, he’ll tell you a disarming tale that goes something like this. The band came together in Austin, TX in 2002. They were (and still are): Mitch Calvert on guitar, Jared Van Fleet on keyboards, Jason Chronis on bass guitar, and Matt Simon on drums – Matt and Ramesh having played music together since being childhood friends in the early 90s. The plan was endearingly simple: to record a handful of songs that Ramesh written. Problem was, he proceeded to leave town not long afterwards. He spent a year at school in Boston (where guitarist Mitch was a fellow student) before deciding that he’d be better off in Glasgow, home to Belle & Sebastian, Arab Strap, Mogwai and a whole music scene that he’d loved from afar for years. While studying English Literature at Glasgow University, Ramesh would occasionally write more songs (“about one every three months”, he says). Each time he returned to Austin for the holidays, the band members would reconvene, learn the new songs, and maybe play a show at Emo’s. As a buzz began to develop around the band in their hometown, Ramesh quit his studies in Glasgow (only months away from getting his Master’s) to move back to Texas permanently – and from early 2005 onwards, turned his attention fully to Voxtrot. (The name, incidentally, “means nothing” and came about partly because “we thought there weren’t enough ‘V’ bands”. It’s also, in our web-driven culture, a seriously smart move: if you Google “Voxtrot”, they’re all you’re going to find.)

Newly energized, Voxtrot played well over 100 shows during 2005 and 2006, becoming a sharper and more energetic live act with each show. These included appearances at SXSW, CMJ and the Pitchfork Festival in Chicago, as well as a tour of the UK. With the release of each new EP, Voxtrot’s audience was expanding – by the end of last year, they were headlining two ecstatically received nights at New York’s Bowery Ballroom. In 2007, Voxtrot have played shows in the UK (including supporting the Shins at the NME Awards Show in London), France, Germany and Mexico, with a major US tour planned for May and June, to coincide with the album’s release.

As much as he loves the energy of the live shows, it’s songwriting that Ramesh lives and breathes. His musical influences span the decades. On long family drives from Texas to New Jersey, the young Ramesh absorbed hours and hours of the Beatles, Cars, Bob Dylan and Elvis Costello – “my earliest musical memory is ‘Oliver’s Army’,” he says. Voxtrot’s live shows have featured a gorgeous cover

of “Heaven” by the Talking Heads, and a fierce rush through New Order’s “Love Vigilantes”. There’s a song on the album about the brilliant but doomed 70s songwriter Judee Sill, one of Ramesh’s current obsessions (along with Joni Mitchell and Kate Bush). During his time in Glasgow, he also fell in love with the heady euphoria of dance music, spending countless nights at the Optimo club. Now Ramesh strives to write songs that combine elements of all these things, songs that are “expressive but not self-obsessed,” that contain “perfectly mirrored specific emotions,” and that have a cathartic, crowd-oriented, surging energy to them.

Which is exactly what we have on this debut album, Voxtrot. The band recorded 16 songs with award-winning Australian producer Victor Van Vugt (Nick Cave, Depeche Mode, Athlete, Beth Orton). 11 songs made the final cut, none of which has been previously released.

It’s a powerful statement of intent: edgier, harder, a more confident and ambitious Voxtrot. This album is Voxtrot stretching their wings, ready to define their own sound. After the chiming, gorgeous “Introduction” – a song that’s considerably more substantial than its title suggests – Voxtrot takes flight with “Kid Gloves,” the second track – a brash, pulsing headrush of a song that shows the band rocking out like never before. “Ghost” and “Steven” follow – a pair of glorious indie-pop songs in which the keyboards, strings, guitars and rhythm section mesh perfectly with Ramesh’s crystalline vocals. The heart of the album consists of three huge songs that take the energy of “Kid Gloves” and ramp it up still further: “Firecracker,” with its suitably explosive chorus; “Brother in Conflict,” a spiky anthem that’s destined to become a live favorite; and “Easy,” on which band and singer work themselves into a frenzy while looking back on a relationship gone wrong. After that, Voxtrot relaxes into the sublime “The Future, Part 1” which provides a blissed-out counterpoint to the album’s rockier sounds, as does the swooning, glorious “Every Day” on which Ramesh sings “when I crane my neck to kiss your head I know / That there is something I can rely on.” The album’s penultimate song, “Real Live Version,” shows another new side to this band – it’s a genuinely moving lament to a dead singer, on which the vocals are accompanied only by piano and strings. And we end with “Blood Red Blood,” a song which somehow combines nearly all the album’s elements over the course of its four minutes as Ramesh declares “I’m just trying do my best / I’m not afraid of life, I’m afraid of death” shortly before the song screeches to an abrupt halt.

Voxtrot is the sound, paradoxically, of a 5-year-old band that’s just starting out. Voxtrot have finally arrived, and they’re in it for the long haul.

David Barker, Brooklyn, 2007