For the most part, the album delivers the kind of deceptively simple, fleet pop for which the band is best known.
Phoenix’s Bankrupt! is cool and pleasant, but easy to forget.
This review isn’t about the business side of things. It’s about the music.
There’s a lot of controversy about how closely, if at all, From a Basement on the Hill mirrors Elliott Smith’s intentions for its final form.
What does it mean anymore to be a father? We still roughly know what it means to be a mother. Indeed, we rather know it in our bones.
The great peril of being ahead of the curve is that the curve will eventually catch up and then change direction entirely.
Phoenix is one of those bands that are easily devoured, quietly admired, and chronically overlooked.