Abby GoGo – “Louder Than Dreams”
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Abby GoGo
Self-Titled
Double Phantom
Rating: 4 out of 5

Link: http://www.myspace.com/abbygogorocks
When setting out to review Abby Go Go’s self-titled album, my goal was to write a review that doesn’t name-check a bunch of other bands in order to describe the band’s sound. I’ll tell you now that I failed, and here’s why: When the Brian Jonestown Massacre so masterfully used their musical roots as a transparent blueprint for creating new songs using old sounds and production techniques, I doubt they anticipated that this would become the template for a massive wave of bands in the late 2000s. If the BJM was “retro-inspired”, does this make this new wave “retro-retro-inspired”? Do I stick to my goal when the line of inspiration is so clearly visible? I think not, because it has become necessary to point out that some albums may appear to be second-grade BJM knock-offs on the surface, others demand and deserve you not dismiss them out of hand. Abby Go Go is one of these bands.
With the opening riffs of “Louder Than Dreams” it is clear there’s no time to waste.
“I want to pick up the pieces. I hold them out in my hand. I put them back together. They fall apart again. It all seems so much louder than dreams” – This may or may not be a nod to the various influences that make this album a kaleidoscope of awesome, but it sure ties back to the opening thesis of this review, so I’m going with that interpretation.
Regardless, it sets the stage for what’s to come. The second, and arguably weakest, track – “The Lost Song” does sound a lot like early BJM. A lot. Specifically, it would have fit nicely on Take It From The Man. The result is a somewhat forgettable song, but things really start to pick up on the third track: “Torpedo.” From here on out, the album veers out of Anton Newcomb territory and finds itself flying down the street In A Priest Driven Ambulance. Thank God.
At 5:00 (yes, five minutes) into this 7:20 epic, the Shoegaze injection kicks in just a little, and things start to get interesting. By the time I got to “Guitar #0,” I was hooked. Sure, there’s a clear Souvlaki sound beaming through the song, but the longing and haunting vocal that bleeds at the 1:00 mark is the gateway to the gut punch 30 seconds later. I listened to this one 10 times in a row. Song 5 (“Feelin Slow”) gets jangly again, but “Sweet Sweet” brings back the swirling sound salad arena rock. “Come On” has a distinctly indie low-fi feel, and like many Abby Go Go tracks, really hits a stride 3/4s of the way in with a driving guitar riff backed by cathedral-like vocals in the background that takes the song from precious to kick-ass back to precious again. It works well.
The final cut on the album is a gem called “Glass.” The 27-second opening guitar bit that opens the track provides some slight-of-hand to the listener, as second #28 reveals where this one is heading, and it is pure sonic bliss. Another seven minutes of epic gut punch-guitar riffs that belong next to the best shoegaze songs recorded.
Yes, I failed to write a review that doesn’t compare Abby Go Go to their apparent influences, but at the same time, Abby Go Go succeeded in taking those influences and creating a great album that deserves your attention. Personally, “Guitar #0″ and “Glass” will be permanent fixtures in my listening rotation. Above all, these songs make Abby Go Go worth owning.