When: Thu., May 9, 8 p.m. 2013
In the post-iTunes world, where so many acts scramble for any tiny scrap of attention with barrages of short, snappy singles, it’s almost audacious for a band to drop a lengthy album several years after their previous full-length, in the meantime undergoing a significant lineup change. But that’s just what sugary Tennessee pop-punk band Paramore did with their recent self-titled record (on Fueled by Ramen/Atlantic). It’s been four years since their third full-length, and in 2010 lead guitarist Josh Farro and drummer Zac Farro quit under a cloud, complaining that the band had “morphed into a manufactured product of a major label.” Paramore sags a bit around the middle—of its 17 songs, nearly half top four minutes—but thankfully uses much of its running time to play around with various hybrids of the band’s hyperaccessible sound, blending in twee indie “folk,” surf rock, 80s synth pop, grunge, EDM, and even gospel. “Ain’t It Fun” adds kitschy kiddie percussion a la Gotye and a choir cutting loose, and album closer “Future” ends with big grungy riffs that recall Brand New’s career-changing The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me. Though Paramore has shed much of the punk in its pop punk, old habits die hard—the new album’s lead single, “Now,” is a proper ripper, combining clean guitar hooks and straight-ahead, hard-hitting drums with aggressive talk-singing from front woman Hayley Williams that reminds me of Gwen Stefani in the early days of No Doubt. —Leor Galil Kitten opens.