Clap Your Hands Say Yeah [Import]

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah | Format: Audio CD

Product Details

• Audio CD (January 24, 2006)
• Number of Discs: 1
• Format: Import
• Label: V2
• ASIN: B000C5RSAS
• In-Print Editions: Audio CD  |  MP3 Download
• Average Customer Review: 3.9 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (109 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #768,623 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

Track Listings

1. Clap Your Hands!

2. Let the Cool Goddess Rust Away

3. Over and Over Again (Lost and Found)

4. Sunshine and Clouds (And Everything Proud)

5. Details of the War

6. The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth

7. Is This Love?

8. Heavy Metal

9. Blue Turning Gray

10. In This Home of Ice

11. Gimmie Some Salt

12. Upon This Tidal Wave of Young Blood

Editorial Reviews

Amazon.com

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah sold nearly 20,000 copies of its self-titled, self-released debut through the mail--and got nearly as many raves from enthusiastic MP3 bloggers, leading to an entry on Rolling Stone magazine's coveted Hot List. It's easy to feel skeptical, especially of an album that opens with a carnival barker imploring you to "Clap Your Hands!" But anyone that's felt the lure of bands such as the Arcade Fire and Interpol will want to keep listening. In vocalist Alec Ounsworth, this Brooklyn five-piece has found its own Jonathan Richman, a yelping madman that can sing things like "The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth" with a straight face. Meanwhile, the music itself is typically unhinged and under-produced, taking an anything-goes approach that coasts on sheer exuberance and results in moments of profound clarity such as "Let the Cool Goddess Rust Away" and "Upon This Tidal Wave of Young Blood." A promising start but hold the applause. --Aidin Vaziri --This text refers to an alternate Audio CD edition.

Product Description

One of the biggest critical successes of the year, CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH is proving it can reach beyond the realm of critic darlings. With rapidly expanding commercial, specialty and college radio, sold out tour dates around the globe, and high profile television appearance s scheduled, this is going to be a fourth quarter must-have. And, the most impressive part of it all is that this band is doing it all WITHOUT A LABEL IN THE US. CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH is showing the music business how it should be done. --This text refers to an alternate Audio CD edition.

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

84 of 99 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Silly Pop Done Well (4.5/5), August 26, 2005

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M. Starr "Amneziak" (Kansas City) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (Audio CD)

I'm not always sure where my music choices come from, nor can I understand why I'm so adamant to analyze and defend them. Many music enthusiasts get downright ugly if you even hint at showing disregard for something they love, yet I guess that's just a distinct trait of those who take their music seriously. But for us jaded listeners that pledge devotion to the avant-garde and noise albums of today, is it still possible for us to like good ol' wholesome pop music?

New York's newest underground party pack Clap Your Hands Say Yeah is a band teetering on the fence of obscurity and stardom, with so much hype that even David Bowie is showing up to their gigs. Their self-titled (and self-released) debut is an album which will force even the most hardened listeners to throw in the towel. And it's about time!!! I, for one, have needed a great pop record for a very long time. This is perfect timing, too, because I've been pretty disenchanted with what's happened in 2005 so far.

On the album's intro, "Clap Your Hands," I'm reminded of what it might be like if Jack White sang during the 7th Inning stretch of a Cubs game. It swiftly leads into the first proper song, called "Let the Cool Goddess Rust Away," where we're met with perfectly paced pop and quaint, yet familiar sounding, vocals from Alec Ounsworth. While many are quick to dismiss him as Byrne derivative, I'm more inclined to compare him to a shakier live version of Thom Yorke. Nevertheless, I find Ounsworth to be quite original in terms of distinction, someone who will certainly make a name for himself in the months to come. His band mates better watch out, too.

While I won't challenge that "Over and Over Again (Lost and Found)" could be quickly labeled a second coming of the Talking Heads, I'll admit that I find it more enjoyable than just about anything they ever recorded. The carefree approach in which this song takes is enough to give credibility to the band's gift to be original. "Details of the War," a decisive favorite of the TMT staff, changes route for a moment to show a more emotive side to the band's repertoire. Appearing to completely forgo the giddy tone of the album, it takes a step back and gives it to us straight. Or does it?

Where someone might be thrown off by CYHSY is in the vocals of "The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth," which admittedly, are somewhat peculiar. But after nearly two listens to the song, you begin to realize that the instrumentation is equally as interesting and important to the juxtaposition of their sound. I might add here, while we're on the subject, that it's the juxtaposition of sounds that truly makes Clap Your Hands Say Yeah pleasurable.

For my personal favorite song, "In This Home on Ice," I find myself wanting to claim it as the best pop song I've heard in a long time. Borrowing equally from early '90s bands like The Sundays and Ride, the faultless tempo and aural textures remind me of all my favorite songs from that time. But please don't ask me to tell you what Ounsworth sings, because I haven't got a clue; nor do I care. It's the feelings of happiness and nostalgia I get from the music that are important to me.

To be honest, the last statement in the previous paragraph is pretty much the overall consensus I have about Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. There's nothing overly inventive about the contents of this disc, and I certainly wouldn't go so far as to call it ground breaking. However, since I don't always find pop albums to be overly enjoyable, I'm excited that this one has allowed me to let my guard down and be reminded that it's still possible for the jaded listener to like good ol' wholesome pop music.

8 of 9 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars CLAP YOUR HANDS AND SAY THANKYOU!!! (4.5 really), September 26, 2006

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Nathan Peebles (Albuquerque, NM) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (Audio CD)

Forget about all the intellectualizing done in the other reviews that focus on how "bad" and "annoying" the singer is. What I know is that I'm an infuriatingly selective headphones junkie and I keep listening and listening and LISTENING to this record. So if you want to accuse Alec Ounsworth of something, accuse him of having the guts and brilliance to offer up something new, fun and heartfelt to a music world swimming in boredom, convention and vapidity. There are times when CYHSY are just about as exciting as the jumpiest Animal Collective songs but with lyrics you can actually decipher. Also the running time is perfect at just over thirty-seven minutes, observing the philosophy, "Do your best stuff and get the hell out." Bold and comfortable at the same time. Quite rare.
This is a record for the intelligent listener who'd rather feel music than talk about it.

8 of 9 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars An unbelievable band, March 27, 2006

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Andy Soprano - See all my reviews

This review is from: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (Audio CD)

I can type a long review for this album but in short, this is an album that is just worth listening to. My range of taste in music varies and I was surprised that I would like this. The opening track, Clap Your Hands, threw me off at first but after the first 20 seconds of the album, you begin to see what a great album this is. This definitly ranks up to be one of my favorites of 2005. Check out, Wolf Parade, Arcade Fire, My Morning Jacket, Broken Social Scene.