01 Treehouse
02 Mac, Get Your Gear
03 Dads
04 Fangs
05 Why In The World Not?
06 Dr Phil's Retirement
07 Keep Quiet
08 Cats On Fire
09 Beneath The Glad Sunbeam
For a country which used to provide such a glut of lethal, hulking Vikings for so long, Denmark really does produce a lot of sensitive falsetto whiners now. These days, it's all gloomy indie this and fractal post-rock that, despite the fact that they're officially meant to be the happiest nation on earth. Mimas make no significant departure from the Scandinavian indie template, managing to tick off most of the key elements; soaring, high-pitched vocals, utterly inscrutable lyrics, over-deployment of atmospheric guitar effects, anthropomorphic animals for artwork, all being strapping, handsome young man-giants. They've opted for the straight-up post rock route, and they attack it with confidence and ability, mostly, without ever really reaching the proper crescendos which this kind of stuff aches for. While they're happy to shimmer away at their guitars, they don't bring the big guns often enough. The band would probably argue that that's not what they're going for, and that they're aiming to keep it understated, but it's hard to maintain listeners' interest levels with this sort of music, and six-minute songs need to have pay-offs.They've most in common with Sigur Ros and Explosions In The Sky, and it's a testament to what Mimas have achieved that they don't suffer in comparison to these two titans of the genre, but it's also beginning to look like there is only so much you can do with this style of music. Thus: good, but not essential...www.new-noise.net
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