To put it bluntly, the New York quartet’s third album, “AMAMA”, is the perfect soundtrack for drifting off in a hammock on a summer’s afternoon. Well, it may sound that way to some, but don’t be fooled – Crumb’s vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Lila Ramani is not one to chill out to her own music. Granted, Crumb’s blend of pop, psychedelia, jazz and indie rock is far from a lulling or just background noise. There’s too much going on in these new songs, which range from dark and brooding to a tribute to a roadkill turtle (“Crushxd”).
Yet the band still find a sweet spot between the dreamy psych-pop of Toro Y Moi and the playful electronica of Tame Impala, both of which share a certain air of dreaminess. Crumb are comfortable in this liminal space, carefree, experimental and utterly confident. More specifically, Crumb excels at soundtracking those moments just before you fall asleep, when your thoughts become increasingly disassociated and the first incoherent dream images begin to emerge, only to be jolted awake by an involuntary muscle twitch – hypnotic yet always surprising, familiar yet surreal.