• Hank Melluish

Get Up Sequences Part One Review

The Go! Team.

That’s literally the tweet.

What’s there to say about them? You’d have to have a Sequoia up your ass not to love them. They just released an album a couple weeks back now. It’s the picture on this article. Get Up Sequences Part One it’s called. Is there a Part Two in the cards? Well, hey… I’d not fight it, but nothing about this smattering of HEATERS seems particularly out of character for TGT at this point. Pretty standard horn and tambourine-heavy plunderphonics guaranteed to wrench your frown into a smile before you even know what happened. And I’m not writing this to get you to listen to it. It rules, but if you give 10 seconds a chance, you’re finishing the thing. I’m not even worried. I’m just here to give you an objective ruling on the newest outing from one of the most fun, most consistent bands still cranking stuff out--a ruling on an album I’ve been looking forward to for ages--and to totally OWN the fools out here confusing that consistency with staleness. That’s right. You will be owned as you will be pwned, and believe you me when I tell you that you will be pwned.

So, imagine you and I exist in a void. Just us. Actually, imagine you’ve floated around your whole life by yourself just with an iPod Nano and on that Nano is enough music for you to form some basic opinion about the medium. Now imagine you bump into me and I say “Hey, I’m going to tell you about Get Up Sequences Part One by the Go! Team!” Then I flash you my iPod Touch, because I manifested one and you were only able to manifest the Nano. So, not relying on any preexisting knowledge of TGT on either of our sides, I would tell you the objective facts about the thing: First and foremost, it’s a headphones album. From the opener, “Let the Seasons Work,” on through my least-favorite-single cum impeccable closer “World Remember Me Now,” the music runs deep. Beneath the crashing of cymbals and quacking, beeping synths one will find more beeps and whistles, more horns and claps than you could ever rationally expect a band to crank out. They’re maximalists in that way, and use their musical drive to tap into the part of one’s brain to find that gland that loved the music of Sesame Street and all of those upbeat dance songs on their ni