A shaggy dog tale told with such glee, Branton delivers a deliriously joyous journey on Indiana Jones. Named after a particularly notable Halloween party disaster he takes this loss in stride. The true writer spirit of the piece rings true – at least this horrible experience makes a story. Lyrics matter. Every word here reflects upon a different aspect of the party. Sounds further emphasize this looseness. Some of the elements here harken back to the carefree 90s. Various effects from the drums to the dirty indie pop aspect certainly add to this quality.
He wastes no time setting the mood. Parts of the sound remind are strongly reminiscent of Beck’s Mellow Gold album. Much like that one, Branton creates a slacker anthem. There is nothing at stake here and that makes it that much more likable. At the beginning of a party, the night feels hopeful.
Sometimes they go awfully bad. Yet at the end of it one can just laugh at it. Guitar work has this laid-back quality to it. Drumbeats feature a dustiness to them thanks to their lo-fi origins. Not neat at all he has a degree of intimacy with the gritty riffs running through. Rhythms have a disjointed, disorienting quality. He has the dazed expression of post-party reflections down pat. For the final stretch, he brings the entire experience home.
Indiana Jones works wonders as a woozy trip through Branton’s ability to weave a universal tale.
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