MGMT entered my life in late 2007 when the very prescient Nurse Amy at St. Jude put "Electric Feel" on a mix cd chock full of future indie hits. I played the song daily, hourly, letting its saucy electro vibes transport me away from the shitmarsh of a city called Memphis, Tennessee. Like the first time I gazed into Josh Hartnett's squinty brown eyes, or my very first buttery bite into a madeleine's spongey goodness, the attraction was instant – love at first listen.
MGMT's recently-leaked album Congratulations does not illicit the same response. It is blah; it lacks the melodic pizazz that made Oracular Spectacular so outstanding. I forgot I was listening to a new and superduper anticipated album and had to force myself to concentrate after it quickly faded into background noise.
The tepid reactions to the lackluster single “Flash Delirium” foreshadowed this failure, yet MGMT didn't exactly take the criticism to heart. It appears they would rather be known as underappreciated artists proudly standing by their shoddy work than hipster heartthrobs inundated with American Apparel-clad fans. Here are two tracks that I mildly enjoy.
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