Haim give every indication that theyвЂ™re ready to ride them.Music in the 21 st century is frustrating. ItвЂ™s like a preemptive strike against pigeonholing or, maybe more so, the sort of reductive criticism thatвЂ™s sunk a fleet of buzz bands that disappointed when they expanded beyond their attention-getting internet hit (somewhere out there in the vast world, Black Kids are still wandering in small circles, shell-shocked).

The title cut is slinky and triumphant, and album closer вЂњRunning If You Call My NameвЂќ is spacey and quietly fierce. After that, Days Are Gone is abounding with discoveries, giving the impression that Haim are deliberately pushing themselves towards greater originality with every passing track. Three of the bands four previously released singles are piled onto the front end of the record, including spiky вЂњThe WireвЂќ (which sounds to me like it pilfers its crunching backbeat from, of all places, the EaglesвЂ™ вЂњHeartache TonightвЂќ). Happily, with every track and especially the superlative sum of the albumвЂ™s parts, Haim is making the argument that it may not matter. ItвЂ™s debatable as to how much depth the album has. ThatвЂ™s typical of the content, with songs filled with commonplace pop song concerns, though seen through warped glasses. The weirdly spooky, mildly industrial-tinged вЂњMy Song 5вЂќ might have lines or regret and defiance like, вЂњ IвЂ™ve been dying to know what youвЂ™ve tried/ YouвЂ™ve been lying so/ Honey, IвЂ™m not your honey pie,вЂќ but theyвЂ™re not tethered to any noticeably strong emotions. If the music is slippery, the lyrics are wispy as clouds, the sorts of things a listener starts singing along to without any concern for (or even awareness) of the meaning.

I donвЂ™t know if I can figure out the bandвЂ™s concentrated perspective, expressed through either the music or the lyrics. Build a time machine and break all the rules and вЂњHoney & IвЂќ is the collaboration between 2013 Vampire Weekend and 1979 Rickie Lee Jones that makes careless tinkering with the space-time continuum fully worth it. Try to pin it down and it will deliver a new surprise or at least a splendidly unique mashup of musical sensibilities. While remaining consistent, the album simultaneously feels like it can spin off in any direction at any given time. вЂњIf I Could Change Your MindвЂќ is the biggest hit that Taylor Dayne never had. (Besides Este, Danielle and Alana Haim, former Wires on Fire drummer Dash Hutton is considered an official part of the band.) The Haim sisters acknowledge a debt to music from the 1970s, but thereвЂ™s also a clear shimmer on early вЂ90s pop to their sound, especially the time when rapidly advancing studio technology made it irresistible for aspiring chart-climbers to incorporate tried and true R&B technique into their songs, but without necessarily transferring the deep soulfulness that marked the best of the genre. IвЂ™ll fully admit that my tangled citation is partially based on the most superficial elements: a trio of females developing sibling-enhanced harmonies atop sleekly produced straightforward pop. HereвЂ™s the slightly oddball comparison IвЂ™ve finally settled on: this is what Wilson Phillips might sound like if Wilson Phillips were actually really fucking good.

Like or not, how could anyone not want to more, want some sense of where this cascading amalgamation of sounds comes from? A new potential antecedent asserts itself every few seconds, always feeling inadequate-just a little off-almost immediately. вЂњForever,вЂќ a track originally released as their 2012 debut single, starts with a hesitant hiccup of a drumbeat before giving way to an enticing dance floor rhythm and thinly layered music that bends around the forceful vocals with the focused shrewdness of a Robyn song. In some ways, their music is made for the current moment: driving, intricate, often ingenious pop songs, creative enough to snare ears and spin heads on the very first listen. It certainly comes across as a major effort, with the pure craft of it rivaling anything else out there and an effusive sense of confidence. Now the full-length bow, Days Are Gone, arrives with a level of anticipation and excitement otherwise reserved for fresh releases by well-established artists. Sprinkling singles and EPs across the past two years, the three sisters from the San Fernando Valley who gave their last name to their band kept interest piqued across the blogosphere and earned some modest chart success in the UK, home of their primary record label, Polydor.

The beneficiaries of exhausting buzz well before the release of their debut album, Haim are the latest test case for the modern life cycle of band adulation, from praise to backlash to reassessment to disdain to who knows what.

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