Here is what I wrote about Alvvays’s debut album a couple years ago: Alvvays’s songs grab your interest immediately. And it’s good and fitting to be grateful for that, particularly when there is so much music (now, always) that does little more than float by in the background. Molly Rankin has one of those voices that’s so bright and clear that you can’t ignore it, the kind of voice that you realize in retrospect you’ve been longing to hear.
All of the foregoing continues to be true, and even more true on Antisocialites, the band’s new album. The whole thing is eminently listenable and engrossing. Rankin’s voice seems more present on these songs, whereas on the self-titled there seemed to be at least some layer of separation between her and the listener (compare Plimsoll Punks with Archie, Marry Me and you can hear it: a wall of cushioning haze). This record is filled with magic moments, like this, from Forget About Life: “Did you wanna forget about life/with me tonight/under condominium signs?” a line that, for me, evokes a scene of strong and romantic yearning for elsewhere/otherwise while trapped in hard and pure mundanity and disappointment; Dreams Tonite, a sweet soft juggernaut of awesome beauty; Plimsoll Punks, which feels like it could be an Orange Juice non-album single; the creeping gull-ish squawk of the guitars in Already Gone when Rankin’s singing about the ocean. One of the best albums I’ve heard this year.