Hysterical
Clap
Your Hands Say Yeah
It’s a tremendous
feeling when a band or artist you’ve stood behind for years truly surprises
you. Throughout a given year, the average committed music-listener will
anticipate five to ten releases from bands or artists that might crack their
desert-island lists; I’m talking about the musicians you buy without having
heard a lick of their new album – nay, the musicians you buy because you’ve
refused yourself the opportunity to sample anything in advance.
From my pocket of
personal favourite bands, 2011 revealed a few eagerly anticipated “deaf
purchases”: Wilco, Dog Day, Ryan Adams, Matthew Good – artists I’ve followed
since I was, by all accounts, a different human being. None of these artists
landed on SCQ’s list, despite their name-power attempting to soften the bias in
me. Among the top tier bands that did make 2011’s year-end grade is Clap Your
Hands Say Yeah, whose Hysterical I awaited with fingers crossed. It wasn’t a
fear of repeating Some Loud Thunder that concerned me – I, for one, thought that
sophomore made the band’s catalog more interesting – it was a fear that the
critical disappointment from that release might’ve driven CYHSY to be something
they aren’t. Although the synth-y gloss could be acting as a defense mechanism,
Hysterical presents that same band everyone loved in 2005 firing on all
cylinders.

