Real Estate took 2009 by storm. They entered the conscience of the Brooklyn music scene early in the year playing lo-fi loft parties with cohorts like the Vivian Girls and Woods. But at their core, Real Estate is too American and melodic to be lumped in with the whole late-aughts noise scene. And, if any band deserves the whole surf/beach aesthetic that became hip at the end of the aughts, it's Real Estate.
Their music sounds so effortless it borders on naive, yet at the same time it carries a wink that suggests substance beneath the salty, sanguine surface. And more than any other band riffing on the whole post-modern beach thing (Surfer Blood, MGMT's 2nd album, Wavves, Girls, Beach Fossils, Beach House, Vivian Girls, Washed Out, etc.), their songwriting truly paints an emotive picture of a lazy, suburban summer full of carefree days that shoo away unspoken, cynical worries lurking beneath the budweiser.
Check out these lyrics from 'Beachcomber':
'Until you find your rolex in the sand, you won't be stopping. Until that solid gold is in your hand, you won't be happy. Call your office on the phone. Say you won't be coming home.'
This style of suburban realism isn't all that put Real Estate on the market. The guitars and vocal melodies are just damn catchy. They pick up where the melodic strain of Sonic Youth best displayed on songs like Murray Street's 'Rain on Tin' left off. After a rapid succession of EP's and a debut LP in 2009, and a new EP in early 2010, we're stoked to hear where these guys go next. Let's just hope they don't get stuck in the sand.
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