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This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
No, Glaswegian post-rockers Mogwai haven’t morphed into The Partridge Family.
Even their most casual fan can guess the title of their fourth album — Happy Songs For Happy People — comes with a hefty dose of irony. But thankfully, it’s not a lethal dose. Because after just one listen, even that casual fan will see that this is the experimental, instrumental outfit’s most grounded, accessible, mellow and yes, sometimes even positive work to date. The epic intersteller journeys of their past have been trimmed to a reasonable length, the distortion pedals have been unplugged, there’s a greater emphasis on gentle melody and arrangement, and some songs once again include the occasional vocal (OK, they’re frustratingly indistinct warblings that have been processed into burbling, alien serenades, but they’re vocals nonetheless). Old fans needn’t despair, though. Happy Songs doesn’t completely abandon the murky brooding, supernova explosions and galactic pacing that defined their earlier sound, though it does restrict them to a few songs. The rest of the time, you get the sense Mogwai have begun their transformation into a kinder, gentler, more appealing version of themselves. So come on, get Happy.