Mediac, the Most Serene Republic's fourth LP, is loosely a concept record. Jumping from one time signature and mind-space to another, their restless arrangements match the collective consciousness of living through your 20s and 30s. The buoyant, horn-punctuated instrumentation of "Ontario Morning" (with its Orwellian lyric "Newspeak is the thrill") can't hide the anxiousness within, while the consumer awareness evoked alongside the stringed twirls of "Capitalist Waltz" is also fraught. Even with the lethargic lyrics in highlight "Nation of Beds" or the darker mood of "The Feels," both songs are a flurry of activity, showing the still-bright hues of the band's collective heart
It’s been a full decade now since the Most Serene Republic issued their debut effort, Underwater Cinematographer, and the musical landscape has changed drastically since even the band’s last outing. As such, there’s an oddly retro feel to pieces like the brass-blasting “Ontario Morning,” an all-too-chipper anthem with CanCon appeal, or “Capitalist Waltz,” which casually blends clipped-and-chipped drum machine beats with dozy guitar textures.
“Nation of Beds” is rather plush, but still feels a bit out-of-step. Its mix of chiming electronics, cinematic strings and horns have it sounding as if it could have scored a Zach Braff-directed coming-of-age drama circa 2003, and it fittingly arrives with plenty of awkwardly reflective lyrics. “Do you still talk to parents like you’re hiding something,” vocalist Adrian Jewett intimates with a nebbish, nerdy quality. “Elongated adolescence” indeed.
To be fair, the act appear to be dabbling in adult themes, too. “Fingerspelling,” for instance, is addressing bigger issues than current-day texting practices. Above a post-rock groove of mathematical guitars and slick bass, the unit are apparently weighing in on wealth disparity and housing markets. It’s noted glibly in the chorus: “Some people have it better than others.”
“Brain Etiquette,” meanwhile, brings back a childlike tone, with multi-layered vocal harmonies rolling-out schoolyard style above a bed of juiced-up drums, piano plunks and assorted strums.
While “Failure of Anger” takes a bit of a left turn with its folk-flirting bursts of fiddle, closing cut “The Feels” might be the most out-there exploration on Mediac. Reminiscent of The Bends-period Radiohead or early Coldplay, it’s a jittery 7/4 exploration of the psyche. Disconcertingly, it heads into a dark place with its repeated calls of “put the boy on medication, shut him up.” But despite the heavy subject matter, it still finds an aging Most Serene Republic infantilized.
Mediac presents a band at the cusp of maturity, though unclear with how to proceed. If “The Feels” is any indication, the crisis isn’t exactly the most serene of situations to be in.