Innerspeaker is a record that’s not just indebted to the late-sixties/early-seventies, but seems to have taken up permanent residency there. This is a long-player (as opposed to an MP3 download) that’s been reared on the records of Zeppelin, Sabbath, Cream, The Doors, Pink Floyd and, well, you get the general idea. There is not one second of originality contained within these eleven songs, somehow it seems unlikely that originality is top of Tame Impala’s concerns.
However, who cares when you have tunes of the quality of ‘Solitude Is Bliss’. This is the pinnacle of the album – four minutes of head-spinning majesty that sounds like the end result of having ingested the entire Nuggets box-set. ‘Runaway Houses City Clouds’ is another tremendously epic journey, this time into the hazy world of prog.
The problem with Innerspeaker, though, is that it doesn’t hold up throughout. There’s a definite dip about two-thirds of the way into the album and final track, ‘I Don’t Really Mind’ seems superfluous following the aforementioned ‘Runaway Houses City Clouds’. Tame Impala are a band with potential, certainly, but Innerspeaker is unlikely to spend much time on your turntable in ten years time.