Reviews

Daniel Anderson of Idiot Pilot told URB Magazine in April, “I’ve already had fifteen year old girls screaming because I signed their plastic spoons.” I sure hope he hasn’t let his ego get any bigger because he may have to rent out an extra tour bus for it. Fortunately, the teenage musical duo have the talent to compensate for the not so well thought out remarks and the fact that in every picture I’ve seen of them, one of them is sitting there with his mouth gaping open like the fat kid in dogdeball. I’m waiting for one of the cameramen to catch the saliva hanging from his bottom lip.  Now that would be a Kodak moment.
 
Idiot pilot is like crack. You know it’s bad for you, but you can’t get enough of it.  I’ve never actually done crack, but I did graduate from the DARE program so there.  It’s acutely obvious that they idolize Radiohead and are closet fans of The Postal Service, The Deftones and perhaps Fatboy Slim. This album is very avant-garde, mixing electronica, hardcore and experimental rock with a little touch of something entirely Idiot Pilot.
 
The album goes from one song sounding way too much like the Postal Service called "Les Lumieres," (The Lights for all you french aficionados) into a song called "The Violent Tango" where all of a sudden there’s a split second for the tracks to change and someone’s screaming but the guitars are still strumming along and you’re not sure exactly what’s going on but you like it and you just sort of nod your head and accept it like all of a sudden you’re Idiot Pilot’s prison bitch.
 
This is a very good album for a band of kids on a major label.  Musically,it would be almost ingenious if it didn’t seem almost like a Radiohead cover band.  I hope these boys don’t get too big for their britches because there’ s nothing worse than a good musician who is full of nothing but themselves. I'm giving this album three and a half stars, for the record.