I’m in a bit of a quandary with Rangers. I like listening to them. A lot. They’ve got a beautifully hazy, sun-drenched, West Coast sound that’s married to some genuinely funky riffs and catchy almost-pop tunes (hauntologic – again – in its possible, false nostalgia). Flecks of glitch and off-beat jitters break through it every now and again, keeping you on your toes, but then they smooth everything out and you loll and flop and gaze and sigh and drift around to waahs and wails of psychedelic guitars. It’s really quite delightful.
But, and it’s a J-Lo this (a big but (asterisk cringe apologise)), their music is highly reliant on their sound. And it’s not one they’ve created themselves. They’re basically just Ducktails. But honed and pared and imbued with lyrics and pop song structures to make them more accessible. And that’s the word right there. Accessible. And it begs the question, what should you look for in music? What should be held in the highest regard? Pioneers of sound and experimenters of form who break new ground but do so with alienating obscurity? Or shapers of existing sounds and borrowers of preconceived ideas that put everything together and create something interesting, exciting and enjoyable for all? Well, there’s an easy answer to that. Both. As long as it’s good. So there.