This sounds pleasant enough on paper. And more often that not, Parodia Flare is immensely enjoyable to the ear as well. However, in the overexposed wake of The Subgenre That Shall Not Be Named (read: chillwave), this type of thing feels more than a little familiar. Frustratingly, Tropics seems content spinning its wheels, only threatening to build momentum in the album’s first half. The tracks inevitably drift into each other, only to casually drift apart again later- understandably in love with their own beauty. Make no mistake about it- tunes such as “Mouves”, “Wear Out”, and “Telessar” are some exquisitely structured sonic delicacies. Additionally, the upbeat “Playgrounds picks up Flare when things begin to sag into the redundancy on the home stretch. But as lovely as the album sounds, it is assembled with virtually no sense of urgency. And this undermines any electricity it manages to conjure up. With Parodia Flare, the listener keeps waiting for a pulse. But on this debut LP, Tropics is only a mirage.
Here is the really cool video for "Mouves":
- Fr. Jones