Jack Tatum is no longer a new face, and his ‘glo-fi’ mixture of shining synths and fuzzy, lo-fi guitars isn’t new either. That hasn’t meant that his sound need diminish, as 2016’s Life of Pause (QRO review) indicated. But while Indigo is another nice release, it doesn’t expand his style (save for, at times, being perhaps too eighties).
Indigo does start off quite strong with “Letting Go”, synth-pop beauty that Wild Nothing has been succeeding at. There’s also a wonderful slow expanse in the closer “Bend”. However, many of the songs in between feel a little ‘just lovely,’ similar to what he’s done before, but not as remarkable. The biggest addition seems to be eighties like saxophone, which gets almost overdone, including solo, on “The Closest Thing to Living”.
This isn’t to say that Indigo isn’t a nice, relaxing listen, like Wild Nothing has been doing for years now, just that it doesn’t reach for more.