Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum

Favorite songs: Two Wuv, The Bidding, Welcome to Tally Hall, Be Born Least favorite songs: Ruler of Everything, Dream, Mucka Blucka 2/5

Genre whiplash. And it was tolerable at most genres, if not good at any of them, until the casual stereotyping and accented appropriation of "Banana Man." It's too bad - there's definitely talent there, but it rarely comes through for a full song.

Tally Hall are one of those bands I’ve heard about quite a bit but just never got around to checking out - and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Some of it was quite charming, and it’s a very eclectic baroque pop album - there’s a clear Queen influence and I’m getting some Sgt. Peppers-era Beatles as well - while also really feeling like it’s of that early YouTube scene with Lemon Demon etc. It experiments quite a lot with its style and some of it really works, while some of it really really doesn’t - the few rap sections here and there and the awkward reggae of Banana Man were difficult to get through. I’ve seen a couple of comparisons to AJR and I really get that - the ukulele-heavy tracks also reminded me of Twenty One Pilots at their most insipid. Still a lot to enjoy in places though - I appreciated the overall ambition and the Haiku song was cute, but it just didn’t work for me

Yeah, this is a distillation of the nerd energy of TMBG, Jonathan Coulton, Flight of the Conchords and the like. It sounds amateurish, and I'm absolutely not surprised to read that they were relatively short-lived, producing only two albums and a few episodes of a web TV show. I suspect that the cross-over between people who watched the web TV show and people who watched Dr Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog would have been considerable, obviously the latter with a far higher viewership. It isn't unpleasant to listen to, but I just haven't got that switch that keys me into it.

Weird... parts of it want to be Weezer, other bits are just trying to be wacky

Gauge your eyes out type beat

Like a poor man’s Weezer

Just ok

Frequently quirky, occasionally catchy and pleasant. Attempts to be lyrically clever fall flat more often than not. This feels like a band who took all the wrong lessons from a bunch of artists who are more talented than they are. I struggled a bit between the 2 and 3 on this one. It has its moments, and I generally appreciate Tally Hall's oddball sensibility. But, more often than not, I also find these guys to be pretty insufferable. Fave Songs: Greener, The Bidding, Spring and a Storm, Be Born

Sorry, this is too precious for me. Also, the Olsen Twins song is weird.

I've never actually listened to tally hall before because their fans are so damn annoying. Turns out the music is... also very annoying.

Tally Hall's musicianship is objectively worthy of admiration. They know their way around rich instrumentation, harmonic modulations, chromatic flourishes and the likes. This allows them to dabble in many genres going from mock-sixties shenanigans (pre-prog psychedelia, zany folk...) to pastiche nineties alt-rock -- like a version of They Might Be Giants' conversational shtick with more ambitious production values. The thing is, in spite of all those assets, Tally Hall are pretty lame when it comes to write balanced compositions that could stick the landing, at least in this one record (I didn't dare delve further into their discography -- my mental health was at stake here, you see). So many things are thrown onto the wall during the course of *Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum*, and most of them instantly fall flat to the floor. Sections follow one another without ever making sense on a global scale. And there's not a single build-up here that could make you forget the novelty-act stench in their "artistry". How can you write so many pop melodies in an album without ever making one of them slightly memorable? As for the lyrics, it's either the now all-too-familiar case of a band being either too smart for their own good, or actually being not as smart as they think they are. I don't know, maybe I'm the dumb one here .. Yet I couldn't care less about what it was that Tally Hall wanted to say with either the individual songs listed here, or through the overall concept of the album. And it's probably because the whole thing seemed all too calculated and "controlled" for me to take interest in it anyway. On a surface level, those lyrics reminded me of the unfunny dithering of Adam Green. And on a deeper level, I don't know what they could evoke to me. Because, there again, I didn't care delving further. The lyrics of one tongue-in-cheek tune, "Haiku", made me smile though, I readily admit it. But let's be honest here, it's also because I interpreted those lyrics as a confession of sorts from the songwriter. Instead of penning something truly beautiful, inspiring, groundbreaking or genuinely challenging -- whether lyrically or musically -- all you got here is the personal ratiocinations that happen in your head when you realize you don't have what it takes to reach that sort of creative level. Under a certain angle, this "meta" aspect makes the song listenable -- in the sense that you can listen to it once and think: "OK, that's kind of witty". But under another angle, those ratiocinations are still a drag to go through, just like the rest of the record -- and this even when you know self-irony propels a lot of it. There is absolutely zero replay factor for me here. Including in that one song. Worse, why are the vocalists sounding so... *constipated* throughout this record? I can be OK with happy-go-lucky "mannerisms" at times. But I can't condone the sort of creepy Cheshire Cat smile those vocals are conveying in my mind. Beyond the cultural reference explaining the title of this album, it really feels like those very performative songs are gathered into a "mechanical museum" indeed, lacking in spontaneity or sincerity. And just when you think the performance couldn't get more stilted than what you have had to bear on the first couple of tracks, Tally Hall inflicts one of the most odious musical crimes you can find on the surface of the Earth: nerdy-sounding "white rappin'", overdosing on cheese and checking quite a few boxes of the bad taste book of infamous missteps. That sort of thing can be fun for a comedy act using music as a medium, such as Flights Of The Conchords. But it clearly becomes obnoxious for an act that considers itself a band with genuine artistic ambitions. Humour can't buy your way out of creative dead-ends. Reading myself again, I realize one thing: maybe I should have taken my own medicine at some point. Maybe I should have avoided certain "mannerisms" in my review as well. So let me blunt and sum up the whole idea behind my rant: I hate this album. To be clear, I don't hate the players, or the styles used, or the intents I can spot in this thing. I simply hate the results. And for once, I don't care if I'm being unfair towards a band that's obviously technically talented and put some real effort creating something they thought was original. It's just that I don't want to be part of that particular "mechanical museum". I want some air, and I just can't find any in it. Looks like Tally Hall has momentarily turned me into a Luddite, and I'm gonna have to listen to Kraftwerk's complete discography to fix that. Wish me good luck. 0.5/5 for the purposes of this list of essential albums, rounded up to 1. 5.5/10 for more general purposes (5 + 0.5) ---- Number of albums from the original list I find relevant enough to be mandatory listens: 465 Albums from the original list I *might* include in mine later on: 288 Albums from the original list I won't include in mine: 336 ---- Number of albums from the users list I find relevant enough to be mandatory listens: 75 Albums from the users list I *might* select for mine later on: 91 Albums from the users list I won't select for mine: 179 (including this one) ---- Émile, tu trouveras ma dernière réponse sous le *Inside* de Bo Burnham

Too quirky for it's own good. I'm glad someone enjoyed this in their university days, I too went through a phase where I was looking for anything idiosyncratic to liven up my dreary suburban existence, but this one ain't it. Once the rapping started I had to pull the plug.