Thursday, August 29, 2013
Zero 7's Simple Things is one of my favorite albums of all time. Not only does its almost indescribably lovely chill seem to transport the listener to someplace very far away, it always transports me back to one very specific and brief era of my life: New York City, in the comedown after months of psychic tumult covering 9/11. This kind of listening-for-nostalgia generally violates a credo I have about music, but in this case I'll let it slide. Zero 7's stuff is sonically atmospheric, so it makes sense that it evokes such very clear imagery in my mind. It's almost sense memory.
While 2003's When It Falls came very close to matching Simple Things's wondrous soundscapes, nothing released since by the band has done that much for me. It's not bad -- it's just not, with the exception of one or two songs with José González on vocals, what I fell in love with.
After a long wait, Zero 7 now has a new single they've just released and I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. It's a good song -- I mean that. I still wonder, though, whether it's a good Zero 7 song, at least when compared to their songs of ten years ago.
Here's Don't Call It Love.