The Stranded EP is a 10-minute exploration of simplicity. Though the listener could decide to write Electricians off as sad-sackery or, even worse, dismiss the non-polished sound as demo-tape or second-rate, but Electricians have put together a worthy set of songs. Let’s start with what this EP is, though, before we jump into what it isn’t. It’s tight. It’s well-constructed. It’s purposeful nonchalance and that is the staple of their mood.
Their ambiance is the ambivalence to normal constraints. Consider the lyrics and the effortless effrontery of “Sometimes:” I thought I knew the answer/ and I thought the answer was me. Later: “If you want to be so different/ I won’t stand in your way.” Or in the equally intriguing Cemetery Talk: “You’re exactly what I wanted avoid.” Or, in the defining and opening “Stranded,” My heart is just another song/ for you to pass your judgement on…” “That’s alright with me./ I knew I’d be stranded with nowhere to be.” It’s easier to talk about their influences here, but it’s more gratifying to notice the subtle grandeur. Over easygoing rambles, like awkward gaits of those newly confident for all the right reasons, they deliver fantastic lyrics. They meet unfounded expectations. Most of all, they deliver more than most bands with twice the production.
Not to say the production isn’t an issue. The splashy cymbals and loud, jangly guitars (most overdone in closer “Adieu, Adieu”) would get annoying if not for the brevity of Stranded. However, analyzing a startup band for not having terrific production does not interest me. I’d rather analyze the potential of an up-and-comer than nitpick their tinniness.
And the potential is high: the songwriting is there, and the production will come. In an era of manic loudness or fly-by-night trendiness, a solid indy-pop band is always welcome. Especially one that gives their EP away. Aggressiveness may not be their strong point in the music, but they certainly seem aggressive about getting their music to the world. Not bad for exploring the seemingly mundane? Nah, to hell with all that. It’s just good.