"The swoony, mind-manifesting tracks like “Could Be the Start,” and “She Goes Out Dancing With the Girls,” set a standard of sorts—willfully strange, like the most radical synth-driven rock of the early ’80s (e.g., OMD) yet also decidedly (pre)modern. “The Drugs…” continues in the same swoony vein with more of an early Pink Floyd ambiance but is otherwise incomparable. "
"Future Carnivores are curious and intoxicating. Their music dances in your head when you dream." Gig pics
“Listening to this album makes me feel like I’m floating care-free in tranquil amniotic waters. I can’t get enough—from the trance-inducing tribal rhythms to the warm melodic plunkings of the bass to the layers upon layers of textural guitars, tinkling like a porch full of wind-chimes. Then, of course, there’s the zen synth chanting long electronic oms. Now, if all this electro-bliss doesn’t getcha, the guy/girl vocal harmonies sure as hell will. The guy’s vocal style has a palpable Bowie influence from the nasally baritone crooning to the the airy falsetto. It’s just enough to cultivate the soulful art-rock vibes these guys are dishing out without becoming parody. Altogether, this band weaves a complex soundscape that’s uplifting, amorous, and brimming with joie-de-vivre.”
“Come Inside continues the band's love affair with re-imagined New Romantic pop: dreamy vocals swirl over basic, hypnotic grooves fashioned from electro beats and staccato guitar loops, a foundation regularly and significantly embellished by imaginative instrumentation and production. If there is a defining characteristic to Come Inside versus the band's debut, it is that the music has drifted further from verse/chorus constructs to focus pointedly on the aforementioned hypnotic grooves.”
“Whether it was via the experimental music making of keyboardist/vocalist Noelle Dorsey, the long acquaintanceship with guitarist Reuben Bettsak (also of GUILLERMO SEXO), or some other forgotten means I found my way to FUTURE CARNIVORES and their spacey brand of indie rock. And it is true that the band just released a new record called COME INSIDE which bears traces of new wave, glam rock, krautrock, and other varieties of psychedelia all anchored by Bo and Noelle’s crooning co-ed vocal approach”
"Future Carnivores are all about their rhythm section. Maybe it’s the band’s name, but I can’t shake the feeling that a hundred soulful dinosaurs are approaching me by way of time machine. The bassist keeps us firmly rooted on one chord, but there’s plenty happening to keep it going still—pounding toms, a jumpy bass line, and plenty of angular vocal harmonies. We’re on a carousel, and it’s a lot of fun and very beautiful."
"FUTURE CARNIVORES are on a tear. Just more than a year ago the seductive rock collective released their debut album, a self-titled affair lifted by tales of love and destruction and an eclectic sound that was impossible to characterize."
"Come Inside," the second album from Future Carnivores, is full of deception. Those breezy, easy melodies make the music at first feel gauzy and light. But the songs ultimately throb with dark undertones. "The Drugs She Fed You Last Night," for instance, blurs the normal and the debauched. Likewise, the title track is at once inviting and then bitten by angst.
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“I hate, hate writing words like “unclassifiable,” but maybe I can't weasel around it this time. Should I call FC glam-gaze? Uneasy listening? Indie rock reimagined by Lorne the demon lounge singer from Angel? Regardless, it’s cool stuff. I’m not sure if it was around the time they executed a fresh number sporting wackachicka-wackachicka-wackachicka guitar slicing, or when both drummers simultaneously crushed a big gnarly fusion-ish breakdown, but the stage-enveloping combo cracked into a rarely-inhabited threshold between elegance and noise. Maybe that could be their genre - “Eleganoise.””
“To be sure, the record sounds as if it were made in the '80s, not just from a production standpoint, and not just because of certain nods made via the songwriting, but because of Future Carnivores' ability to deftly synthesize deconstructed pop with the same sense of wonder and optimistic, well, futurism as the act's quirky and weird-haired antecedents.”
“Future Carnivore's terrific clip is akin to the sort of televisual stuff we gorged ourselves on heavily from about 1981 (starting with HBO's "Video Jukebox") until we hit driving age in 1990.”
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