Love Is In The Air by The Skywriters: A Witty Spin on Indie Pop Bliss
Alright, buckle up, because we’re diving into Love Is In The Air, the quirky 2000 gem from Japan’s own The Skywriters. Released under Galaxy Train (cool name, right?), this indie pop album feels like a fizzy soda can that someone shook too hard—unexpectedly messy but totally refreshing when you finally crack it open.
First off, let’s talk about “An Empty Golf Course.” Yeah, I know, what even is that title? It sounds like the setup for some bad golfing pun or an existential crisis at your local country club. But here’s the kicker—it’s actually one of those tracks that sneaks up on you. The melody has this lazy Sunday vibe, like you’re wandering around with no real plan, just enjoying the breeze and wondering why golf courses are so eerily quiet. By the time the chorus kicks in, you realize it’s less about golf and more about emptiness as a feeling. Deep stuff for something that could’ve been a novelty song. Hats off to them for pulling that off without sounding pretentious.
Then there’s “Cherry Lips,” which… okay, hear me out—isn’t nearly as scandalous as it sounds. At first listen, it comes across all sugary sweet, like candy floss melting in your mouth. But give it another spin, and suddenly you notice these little lyrical twists that make you go, “Wait, are they talking about cherries or… something else?” Either way, it’s catchy as heck, and before you know it, you’ll be humming it while brushing your teeth. Don’t ask how I know.
The rest of the album follows suit—quirky titles, thoughtful undertones, and enough hooks to keep you coming back for more. Tracks like “How Did You Get So…” leave you hanging mid-thought, which honestly feels kind of genius. And then there’s “A Love Supreme,” which might sound like a John Coltrane rip-off if it weren’t so unapologetically upbeat. These guys clearly had fun naming their songs, and somehow, it works.
What sticks with me most about Love Is In The Air is its balance between playful experimentation and heartfelt sincerity. Sure, some parts feel rough around the edges, but maybe that’s the charm. It’s not trying to be perfect; it’s just trying to make you feel something. And honestly? That’s kinda rare.
So yeah, here’s the deal: If you’re looking for an album that feels like a warm hug wrapped in glittery wrapping paper, give this one a shot. Just don’t blame me if “Cherry Lips” gets stuck in your head for days. Oh, and bonus points if you figure out what “How Did You Get So…” is supposed to mean—I’m still stumped.
Final thought: Listening to this album makes me wonder if The Skywriters ever played mini-golf together. Like, seriously, did they bond over putting greens or what?
