The Guest by Phantom Planet

Uninspired. Supernatural hooks from beyond the grave. All types of descriptors spring to mind after I think about Phantom Planet’s second record, The visitor. But candidly, how a lot of you actually care what this report sounds like? Let’s just put all our cards available. In Phantom Planet, who is just interested having a quick show of hands because that child from Rushmore is the drummer?
And only look at them! The most recent time I saw five men doing so much self-conscious posing was in Zoolander. Now that is anarchy!
However, the thing is, somewhere between all the vamping and driven attempts at being irreverent and hip, Mathletes found the time to write and record record that is excellent. The invitee is practically the meaning of pop– there is sticky and enough bubblegum -sweet lyrics in these twelve tracks to finance a Hubba Bubba comeback. Some of the songwriting here is unbelievably catchy, and bordering on brilliantly thus. Sure, it ain’t overly complex, but this sort of music infrequently is (it’s not like these men are Mathletes or anything). As well as the unstoppable generation duet Mitchell Froom and Tchad Blake work wonders for the album, too, retaining the sounds crystal clear and light as a feather.
Needless to say, the same retro appeal that effortlessly carries the more positive numbers fails to translate as well to the more subdued reductions, and hearing Greenwald air his conduits on a couple of these melodies gets a little tiresome while the vocals are almost uniformly enjoyable.
Still, The Guest is gratifying and well executed, and do much better than a lot of by-the-numbers pop/rock. It may be just a little empty headed for some people’s preferences, but hey, maybe not mine. All the people must do is get their tour to be opened by Dogstar. Then for the encore, Jason Schwartzman and Keanu Reeves could emerge as well as sing some sort of duet! Now that I would pay good money to determine.