There was a time when having an album out, being recommendation of the week in Rough Trade and having press from the NME was enough to set a band well on it’s way to fame and fortune, but unfortunately for Mitchell Museum, those days are long gone. However, it’s fair to say that the band have been getting a positive reaction from pretty much everyone that has come across their music, something otherwordly and charming about their unique take on the poppier moments of Animal Collective’s discography.
The four piece live in Glasgow, perhaps the UK’s spiritual home of boundary breaking pop music, and a fairly rich heritage to grow your career to the backdrop of. The main thing that hits you from the first blast of any of their songs is just how weird they are. There’s more than a splash of Yoni Wolf and Why? all over everything they do, but the rest is pure inspirations, changes of tempo and direction seemingly done on a whim and with masterful perfection. You can’t help but feel that, on the right record label in the right U.S. city, the hipster would have another crossover act of which they could pore over on pitchfork. For the minute though, there’s still a lot to appreciate, as they slowly but certainly find their sound. The word potential is used a lot in music, but there are few cases where it can be used with such certainty about an act – and Mitchell Museum, with all their child-like wonder and unbridled energy, have got absolutely tonnes of it. The scary thing is just how good they are to begin with.