★★★ Indigo CAPTURED TRACKS. CD/DL/LP Into the blue with Blacksburg, Virginia’s most tenacious indie dreamer.
Jack Tatum’s fourth album as Wild Nothing is in thrall to a romantic, sepia-tinged pop past; the Virginian singersongwriter running his own little private museum of The Cure, The Smiths and Roxy Music (there’s a few shoegazing relics in the cabinets kept out back for connoisseurs). Tatum sings about the rituals of “selective memory” on the orchestral gloom Oscillation, and Indigo – a title inspired by the ominous futuristic glow of mobile phones, not a natural ally of Tatum’s hazy nostalgia – is a meticulous act of indie curation. Every song is arranged beautifully – AOR saxophone on Partners In Motion, depressive Disintegration-style chimes on Canyon On Fire – but it feels like an accomplished assemblage rather than a living, breathing whole.