A slew of significant albums all came out in 1997 – this week is the 20th anniversary of Stereolab's pivotal 'Dots And Loops'
Given the good general progress that 1997 had made so far in moving away from standard-issue landfill retro pop, a rather seductive late-September album deeply indebted to music of the 1960s – all Bacharachian backing vocals and warm, parping brass sections – should represent something of a backwards step, regardless of its provenance. That it should come from a band as insurgent and disruptive as Stereolab, however, is even more disconcerting; after all, here was one of the groups for whom the genre “post-rock” was initially coined, a band that for the past five years had revelled in drone and buzz, intellectual socialist sloganeering and stern geometric dissonance. From them, now, anything remotely jaunty or retrospective would seem like an undoing.
And yet Stereolab’s fifth album ‘Dots And Loops’, released twenty years ago today, is both jaunty and retrospective, full of graceful melody (gasp!), swooping strings (shock!) and broadly conventional song structures (horror!), making for the sort of easy-access sonic whimsy that had brought success to far cruder bands than them in the preceding few years.
Of course, however, this being Stereolab, things are not as simple as they first appear. While ‘Dots And Loops’ remains the band’s most direct album, a (superficially, at least) sweetly fizzy hit of sophisticated Anglo-French sugar, it’s also perhaps their most complex, as experimental a record as it is accessible. Indeed, with twenty years hindsight, it now resembles a curious bridging piece between Britpop’s melodic fetishism and the cooler (both in terms of approach and cultural value) trip-hop and electronica that was drawing attention to record labels like Mo’ Wax and Grand Royal, seizing on both sides’ weaknesses for the hazily remembered past and then giving that a buff and sheen.
Yet paradoxically for an album so slathered in the scent of Serge Gainsbourg and Burt Bacharach, bygone exotica and kitsch 60s film soundtracks, Stereolab’s resulting cocktail is some of the most singular, forward-facing pop of the year. The glitching microbeats of ‘Diagonals’, all atmosphere and texture, could almost have been on ‘Supa Dupa Fly‘ had Missy Elliott chosen to sing blankly in French about existentialism, while ‘Miss Modular’’s breezy horn section, anchored by a loping cut-up breakbeat, suggests how DJ Shadow might’ve produced the Super Furries. Equally, both ‘Parsec’’s skittering allusions to jungle beneath tropicalia ba-ba-bas, and the 17-minute, five-section centrepiece ‘Refractions In The Plastic Pulse’ – a sort of variations on a theme by John Barry – create sonic jigsaws that are deliciously satisfying to solve. It’s as if Stereolab had heard Broadcast’s wilfully imperfected interpretation of 60s pop from earlier in the year and applied polyfilla and a Star Trek teleporter.