Django Django’s ebullient psych-pop is so congenial, so easy you don’t realize how addictive it is. Django Django’s songs are nearly always catchy but hardly ever in your face, preferring instead to gradually sink their hooks into you. “Hail Bop” appropriately soars over you with its garage-rock guitars and spaced out harmonies, while “Default” goes for the jugular a bit more, vibing the dark riffs and drone of Clinic with the arena-ready friendliness and moog explorations of Hot Chip. Django Django really delves into its Spaghetti Western roots on songs like “Firewater,” which manages to evoke the West of Hollywood even while employing an electronic beat and vocals that fly out into infinity. Their willingness to cheekily play with classic formula means they get away with a lot, like writing deliberately Egyptian-sounding melodies over what’s basically a digitized 12-bar blues on “Skies Over Cairo.” And though their lyrics then toward scientific and esoteric wordplay, they manage to sing from the heart on the loping “Love’s Dart” (“Love’s dart, broken apart/If you walk in circles, you’ll find yourself back at the start”). Space Western Electro-folk? Whatever you want to call Django Django, they’re so charmingly non-self-serious and eager to please (without being overeager), any rehashed elements to their sound are forgiven in the spirit of Django Django’s adventurous spirit and fun attitude.
Jason Boggs, Hollywood 03/27/2013
My shoulders move so much when I hear Django Django. They feel all boogie and are full of vigor. Strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet. Hugs For Everyone!