It won’t be that difficult to understand why Vampire Weekend are burning up the blogosphere. Their clever-cute rhymes and songs inspired by Ivy League campus life, with a daring use of “shit” or “fuck” for punctuation, are custom-tailored to delight every poindexter with Internet access who dreams of being the first to post a review pointing out the influence of Mighty Sparrow on the group.
The Vampire Weekend crew, who met at Columbia University, have clearly heard enough soukous and highlife to cop a few guitar licks to cloak their orch-pop pretensions, but almost by accident, the way their chamber strings are played over jaunty grooves makes for an engaging concoction, at least for a few spins. The self-conscious cuteness of it all quickly grows tiresome over the length of an album. Maybe they should stick to singles and EPs.