Like so many stellar LPs before it, the Chicago group's "Border Radio" seems to improve with repeat listens. Chalk it up to eclecticism: this is a complex sort of indie-rock--fuzzy and textural one moment, folkish and fumbly the next--and it resists cop-out hooks like they're the plague.
Blake/e/e/e's line-up includes members of Franklin Delano, and you can sure hear it. Their debut full length, Border Radio, is nothing but explosive. Dressed in a folky salsa, the album continues changing direction from beginning to end.
From the weird dub intro - to a condensed reprise from the two tracks that follow - to house folk celestial drones, from Sixties candies and psychedelic space ballads, to post-punk creepy anthems, from world ethnic spirituals to alt. country filled with drones and bones, and then: Beach Boys go to church and the church becomes a mutant disco, astral instrumentals and howlings to the shooting star. Border Radio is what happens when your dreams have become too beautiful for your head and transform into something tangible. It captures the urgency to make sense out of the pet sounds our individual microcosms create. Chicago's Blake/e/e/e appear to have their own Theogony: a new and brave world, waiting to be explored, a self-produced kaleidoscope of new musical ideas that make Border Radio at the same time very tasteful and weirdly experimental.