Yoooge week for album releases. Modest Mouse, LCD Soundsystem, Ted Leo. It must be like Christmas morning in the Pitchfork offices; hipster after hipster racing down the stairs in their footie PJ's (aren't they hilarious? got 'em at American Apparel!) to check under the tree. Was I cool this year, "Santa?"Guh. If you ax me, there is one album to buy this week. Clickety-click on over to iTunes and get yourself the debut album by Elliott Yamin. If you know me (this is Dave, for the record) you know- I'm serious as a heart attack.
Sure, we're in the middle of a serious Sanjaya moment right now, and history will judge us harshly for it. But even a broken clock tells the right time twice a day, and every now and then "American Idol" stumbles upon genuine talent. Elliott can sing, motherfuckers- and even though the single, "Wait For You," suffers from terminal Emancipation-Of-Mimi-itis, fear not. The rest sounds like the Art Laboe dedication hour circa 1996. Funky-fresh.
He's got pipes. He loves his mom. He went out and got himself a NEW MOUTH, for Pete's sake. And if he were even 5% more credible, the whole thing would have been weighed down by tiresome hip-hop cameos. I put Elliott up there with Mika and Amy Winehouse in the frontlines of The Great Pop Resurgence Of 2007.
But hey, if you prefer Modest Mouse, I understand. Don't burn your tongue on the Organic Kona at Urth Caffe, knucklehead.
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