How an album like this can remain a “secret” here in the states is beyond comprehension and only amplifies the disconnect with music mediums and their general understanding of quality tunes. The Bees (Known in the US as, A Band Of Bees) are obviously fans of crossing genres and bathing in historic influences, however, they refrain from platitudes and aren’t simply trying to recreate previous glorifications of the past.
Their latest album, Octopus, appears to be an album that The Bees themselves would enjoy if pulled out of a record crate. A band making the kind of music they enjoy and revere…what a concept? While creating this album, The Bees must have soaked the roots of Octopus in pure finesse because as soon as things start heating up, it pours out of every branch like tiny drops of sparkling dew at dawn. The Bees’ bohemian presence makes their music seem so effortless and sly, which in turn allows the listener to bask in the musical rays without pretensions. Octopus is like a rainbow, rare, colorful and structured, however there is no pot of gold at the end, just the repeat button. The album features traces of pop, rock, funk, blues, soul, reggae and possibly even a kitchen sink, yet The Bees never fly off the handle, they remain on track to their destination of chilled out bliss. The Bees really use their countless instruments wisely and effectively, even the little spurts of the slide and harmonica play a role in the overall significance. The keyboards and horns tend to weave through the lyrics and progressions like a knitting needle following a pattern that will be a pattern once finished. Octopus is an album with a sense of humor, few missteps and boundless beauty. Stand Out Tracks: Listening Man, (This Is For The) Better Days, Who Cares What The Question Is, Left Foot Stepdown


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