Album Reviews

Look Park: Look Park

Look Park

Look Park
Look Park
(Yep Roc)
Rating: 3.5ย out of 5 stars

Perhaps tearing a page from the career playbook of his Fountains of Wayne co-founder Adam Schlesinger, the veteran bandโ€™s frontman/co-singer/songwriter Chris Collingwood strikes out on his own for this obliquely named venture. Rejecting the โ€œsolo/side projectโ€ tag, Collingwood teams with veteran producer/keyboardist Mitchell Froom under the Look Park alias, a name grabbed from a green space in Collingwoodโ€™s hometown of Northampton, MA.

Freed from the power pop, four-piece confines of FOW, Collingwood and Froom combine (with help from bassist Davey Faragher and drummer Michael Urbano) for a breezy, more acoustic based set of originals that donโ€™t stray far from what a more stripped down version of his full time band might fashion. Collingwoodโ€™s nasal vocals can be an acquired taste but Froomโ€™s deft touch and sweet, often brisk folk/pop, driven more by piano than guitar, focuses attention on tunes and choruses that, not surprisingly for Wayne fans, grab your ears and hang on.

These more open, spacious tracks allow Collingwood to shift into modified tropicalia on the reflective โ€œMinor is the Lonely Keyโ€ and let strings into the mix on the sumptuous, swirling, retro ballad โ€œStars of New York,โ€ led by Froomโ€™s grandiloquent piano. The latter is clearly a track that wouldnโ€™t fit on a FOW album. The snarky lyricism that helped propel โ€œStacyโ€™s Momโ€ to hit status is still present and accounted for in songs such as โ€œCrash That Pianoโ€ where he combines the concepts of a loverโ€™s broken heart with the titular instrument. But generally, Collingwood plays it straighter on these more sensitive melodies, which fit them well. He comments on the frustrations of everyday life with, โ€œthe passage of time/so many bills/I got the gas man knocking/the bank on the phone,โ€ on โ€œYou Can Come Round if You Want Toโ€ atop a sweet tune with perfectly placed handclaps that imply everything will be fine in the end.

It wonโ€™t take many spins for the pure pop qualities of โ€œBreezyโ€ to kick in. Itโ€™s arguably the discโ€™s most immediate moment and one whose vibe mirrors its title with a tinkling piano riff that hammers home a chorus youโ€™ll be singing after one play. The same applies to โ€œAeroplaneโ€ that borrows parts of its structure from the ELO songbook. The reverbed guitar solo in the modified Latin groove of โ€œMinor Is the Lonely Keyโ€ pushes the tune outside of anything you would find on a Fountains of Wayne album.

Youโ€™ll need to refer to the enclosed lyrics; each selection is crammed with words and theyโ€™re worth spending time with. After a few listens, every track reveals gem-like layers in Collingwoodโ€™s tunes, often missed on initial listens. And anyone who can craft the subtle, sweet โ€œGet on Homeโ€ that closes out this its-not-a-solo-album with a bit of fatherly advice to a son away from home (โ€œIt donโ€™t get no easier the farther you roamโ€) is a talented songsmith with plenty to say and a firm grasp on how best to say it.