Some local flavor for this Jam of the Wednesday. Though I’ve only recently come across it, Max Indian, hailing from the quaint, Marxist community of Carrboro, North Carolina, has pressed one of the better “Indie/Power-Pop” albums I’ve heard in quite some time…and I have no intention of limiting that statement to just local bands.
We’re talking super indie here, too, as, amazingly, Max Indian is apparently without a label at the moment. Yes, unfortunately, since its release back in 2008, I think the band has been tasked with pushing their official debut, You Can Go Anywhere, Do Anything, themselves. Sad as that is, I can promise you they’ve made at least one sale over at CD-Baby.
But yeah, I’ll be honest. I don’t possess the time or vocabulary to write the type of glowing, Pitchforkesque review these guys deserve. I will say this, however: If one were to put, say, The Beatles; Badfinger; The Zombies; Big Star; Thin Lizzy; and I guess a dash of The Flaming Lips in a blender — like, a really old, low-fi blender — you’d probably be left with a lovely Max Indian concoction.
Does that concoction taste groundbreaking, necessarily? No. No, it doesn’t. Does it taste really, really lush and flavorful despite the graininess that, deep down, you know you long for from a new millennium band? You’re Frump damn right it does. Seriously, there’s not a bad cut on the entire album. Best part is, the hooks and harmonies are more than pungent enough to leave quite a pleasant aftertaste for at least days, if not months to come.
Here’s the only studio cut of from the alum that I could find on YouTube. Make the jump for a few more, and, assuming you enjoy (you will), make sure you go back to CD Baby and pick this one up for your collection. You may just get a lifetime of mileage out of it…