Mixel Pixel
Let's be Friends
Mental Monkey

Mixel Pixel's purportedly platonic sixth full-length release reviles
romance in an attempt to focus on one life's other pleasures: friendship.
Let's Be Friends sets out to cover this topic in excruciating minutiae.
Against a backdrop of poppy synthesizer and precocious percussion, the
trio of Rob Corradetti, Matt Kaukeinen, and Kaia Wong offer up eleven
songs about everything from their cats to their favorite sweatshirt.
Driven by detail and grounded in pop, Mixel Pixel are fond of using
lists. Sometimes this technique is catchy, as in "Favorite Sweatshirt"the
listener can't help but get lines like "Walkman walking Mixtape
talking" and the rather clever "Painted whiteout Catholic
whiteout / Sisters go to the prom" stuck in his/her head. Other
times, the combination of details results in awkward thematic tension.
"Sinking Feeling," a song that begins with a discussion of
aquarium life and then goes on to group together "Puffy stickers,"
"Frenchy ticklers" and "cats in the sun," can't
quite decide whether it belongs at Toys-R-Us, the porn store, or the
animal shelterthe arrangement is not only clumsy, it's a bit disturbing.
Bands that have honed the craft of songwriting know how to deliberately
undermine a song's innocence with subtle, carefully-timed innuendo (think
The Magnetic Fields, or early Belle & Sebastian); even after five other
albums and some E.P.s, Mixel Pixel are not yet one of those bands. With
their staccato punctuation and other awkward transitions, they continually
draw attention to their details, often to their detriment. That self-indulgence
ultimately becomes one of the album's major weaknesses.
Given that sex sells, and that even many purportedly "indie"
artists don tighter jeans in a fervent effort to sell more records,
you do have to give Mixel Pixel some credit for tackling nontraditional,
less sexual relationships. But those aren't exactly a novel idea: the
concept's been explored, and with better results. Courtly love and Victorian
romantic friendships were hot... obsessive narrators too painstakingly
ironic to get it on are not. Furthermore, this "friendly"
album actually draws a lot of attention to romance, both by arguing
against it and by appropriating its tropes. Let's Be Friends
contains so much discussion of fate, dancing, hand-holding, diamond
rings, and making babies that the "friends" singing to each
other throughout fall somewhere on the scale between a codependent couple
and Sesame Street characters who have recently learned about sharing.
And if you're not a cat person, forget it. Half-saccharine, half-summer
camp, Let's Be Friends initially seems like an innovative invitation,
but turns out to be more of an inside joke.
Alex Green
