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Omaha, Nebraska native Denver Dalley’s fate may be intrinsically tied to that of golden boy Conor Oberst, having co-fronted Desaparecidos with Oberst and played with him in other projects. But when Oberst put Desaparecidos on hold to work on other projects, Dalley stepped out on his own with Statistics, a solo project that gets help from fellow Omaha residents Tim Kasher, AJ Mogis, and others but is primarily Dalley’s own baby.
And he nicely represents his own vision, mixing doses of keyboards with a more organic guitar-oriented style that drifts into the emo genre but also flirts with more indie-pop and synth-pop styles. While comfortably fitting on Jade Tree between Pedro the Lion and Onelinedrawing, there’s hints of Dalley’s other influences, from the Cure to My Bloody Valentine.
Dalley takes a stab at music critics on opener “Sing a Song,” which moves from mellow synths to a more driving chorus, and no, it’s not a cover of the Sesame Street song. Synths are the name of the game on many of these tracks, such as “Mr. Nathan” and “A Number, Not a Name,” the latter of which is almost exclusively electronic in the vein of Her Space Holiday.
But the album’s highlights are pure, crisp, and lovely tracks with a more mellow pace but a guitar-focused edge as well. “The Grass is Always Greener,” an optimistic track I can’t get enough of, is a perfect example. “Hours Seemed Like Days” is another perfect track, light and catchy with a nice layering of both vocals and guitars. The melodic “2 a.m.” is sweet, subtle, and moody, while “Reminisce” is much more aggressive and edgy.
Dalley is a nice compliment to other Omaha bands, such as Cursive, the Faint, and Oberst’s Bright Eyes. He has hints of elements those bands espouse, but done in his own style. On his first full-length, he shines, putting forth his soft and sensitive vocals, his guitar-slinging talent, and impeccable production, making a crisp, clean, and undeniably beautiful work. It’s one that warrants listen after listen, and it’s hard to ask for more than that.