Blusom

The Metapolitan

[3] Blusom are poised to reap the benefits of the burgeoning indietronica movement. These digital-era Nick Drakes blend winsome acoustic-guitar strumming with sparing use of laptop atmospherics to forge songs that hint at popular Nixon-era American singer-songwriters as much as they do the Postal Service. Much of their second album, The Metapolitan, bears its heart with admirable obliqueness and sincere melancholy, but a pervasive niceness blands out Blusom’s music. The disc really comes alive during its weirdest tracks: “Versus Nightclubbing” (urgent, math-rock deconstruction of Prince’s strutting ’80s funk) and “No Rivers, No Lips.” (odd, fractured dub). Blusom should let their freak flags fly more often. (SECOND NATURE) Dave Segal