Sometimes you’ve got to wonder if someone, somewhere is having a joke at our expense. As wave after wave of new bands consistently make interesting music that is as broad as it is great, there’s something odd about how homogenised they’ve become in their choices of names, preferring to choose the hipster bankers instead of going for anything even remotely interesting. Choosing the year’s two most overused words, Young Dreams manage to offset their relatively pedestrian name by making some lush pop music.
Whilst there’s admittedly a lot of depth in the tracks put out so far, being listed as a ten-piece on their myspace profile does seem somewhat overblown. However, there’s a lot to be taken from the slightly saccharine efforts, a sort of hazy beauty that lingers in each of their tracks in amongst the mass of instruments they alternate between. There’s probably a whole raft of Death Cab for Cutie fans looking for something slightly more exotic who wax lyrical about this, and rightly so. There’s a skill and craft in making music both easy to listen to and genuinely exciting and, somehow, Young Dreams have managed to master it. Something to eat your tea to, or play to your mother, somewhere close to a guilty pleasure without ever quite being that dirty.