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TV on the Radio’s Young Liars EP was a wonderful surprise, signaling the arrival of one of the most unique acts to seemingly come out of nowhere during the 2000s. Its alchemy of strange sonic bedfellows like post-punk and doo wop, and powerful vocals and experimental leanings, into songs that were challenging and accessible was no small feat; indeed, Young Liars was such an accomplished EP that it begged the question – and ratcheted up the expectations – of what TV on the Radio could do over the course of an entire album. The answer arrives with Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes, a deeper, darker, denser version of the band’s already ambitious sound. Dave Sitek and Tunde Adepimbe push their abilities as sculptors of sounds and words to new limits. Adepimbe in particular continues to prove himself as a distinctive and captivating voice, both musically and lyrically.
Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes’ opening track, “The Wrong Way,” is one of the best reflections of his strengths as a singer and writer, and of TV on the Radio’s overall growth. Through the song, Adepimbe explores his feelings about being a black man and about black culture at large. Inwardly, he wavers between radical and placating thoughts and his feelings of obligation to be “Teachin’ folks the score/About patience, understanding, agape babe/And sweet sweet amour.” Around him, he sees mindless materialism, with bling “fallin’ down just like rain,” and misplaced anger and violence: “Hey, desperate youth! Oh bloodthirsty babes! Oh your guns are pointed the wrong way.” On their own, the lyrics are strong enough to make a fairly impressive poem, but Adepimbe’s massed, choir-like vocals and the flutes, throbbing fuzz bass, and martial beat that Sitek surrounds them with turn them into an even more impressive and impassioned song.
That TV on the Radio can handle an issue like race so creatively and eloquently shouldn’t come as a surprise, considering how organically the group incorporates elements of soul, jazz, spirituals, and doo wop into the mostly lily-white world of indie/experimental rock. However, the song does offer a refreshing reminder that hip-hop and urban music – as vital as they’ve been recently – are not the only kinds of music that can handle this kind of dialogue. Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes is a political album on other levels, from the psychedelic soul-tinged anti-war meditation “Bomb Yourself” to the more subtle politics of relationships that many of the other songs cover. This also makes sense, considering that TV on the Radio formed partially in response to the apocalyptic feeling in New York after the 9/11 terrorist attacks. This brooding vibe, which also informed Young Liars, comes to the forefront on songs like “Don’t Love You,” “King Eternal,” and the beautifully bleak “Dreams,” which makes the end of a relationship sound like urban blight.
But Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes also leaves room for hope, and finds it in connections with other people. “Ambulance” is a creative look at love that sets lyrics like “I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast” to doo wop in a way that not only invokes nostalgia, but transcends it to sound utterly fresh. “Poppy” might be the only love song that rhymes “individuated” with “congratulations,” but the track’s ecstatic guitars do most of the talking; “Wear You Out“‘s erotic grind closes the album on a surprisingly sexy note. Even though Young Liars was an accomplished EP, TV on the Radio have already progressed beyond it. “Staring at the Sun,” the only song included on the EP and Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes, seems almost simplistic compared to the rest of the album’s songs. While it’s not perfect – occasionally the album’s heady, indulgent feel tends to make it drag – Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes is still an impressive expansion of TV on the Radio’s fascinating music.