Label: Captured Tracks Release date: 24/05/10 Link: URL Before we go any further let me tell you two things. 1) I’m a Gemini 2) I really like this record. Maybe there’s some subconscious at work that instantly draws me to this record, maybe I’m pre-disposed to liking it via some cosmic forces. Maybe. I’ve no idea if Jack Tatum, the 21 year old Virginian behind Wild Nothing, is a member of the same zodiac as I am but I would suggest he is. Everything involved in Gemini the record is what it is to be a Gemini. And if he isn’t the guy is one astonishing observer of personalities and traits. Or he just Googled some horoscope sites like I did. Let me tell you a third thing. Before listening to this record I wasn’t much into all this zodiacs ruling your life and whatnot – I’m still not – but by God if Russell Grant played all the instruments under the sun and made this record I’d seriously consider believing it. Looking at various horoscope sites though there are accuracies that are scarily true of what it is to be a Gemini and what it is to listen to Gemini. All 12 tracks smack of a youthful approach not only lyrically but musically. Everything is approached with vigour and what feels like a fresh sense of urgency. Even when Tatum sings about dying you don’t take it too seriously, he almost whispers it like it’s something that isn’t really there or doesn’t actually exist – like something he can’t quite comprehend yet. The songs on record carry an essence of joie de vivre throughout and whilst Gemini isn’t of a sunny disposition all of the time it finds enjoyment from and revels in its pessimism and self doubt. But what makes the album special is its hazy eyed view of the world outside of it. Some people would call it lo-fi or just being cool for being cool’s sake but the gentle fuzz and hum of Gemini is something approachable and warm – something safe. A place that doesn’t exist now but maybe did before. Imagine Tatum himself picking up individual sheets of paper with Drifter, O Lilac and other song titles penned on them, taking them into a darkroom and dipping them in shimmering nostalgia. Perhaps the fuzz is Tatum’s self doubt getting the better of him though. Maybe he hasn’t quite got the confidence to let people listen to his songs without some extra layer of protection. Maybe he is just trying to be on trend but if so he’s miles ahead of his contemporaries. Maybe. To dissect this album track by track would ruin everything that the album has worked at. Pulling out and praising individual songs would also bring up the album’s biggest flaw – Gemini just doesn’t quite flow. Whilst the songs reach their maximum potential the order they are put in makes it almost feel like there is an overflow of ideas as one song moves to the next. However it never makes the record haphazard or shoddy, if anything it makes the album more human like a dog eared page in a favourite book. So then, Gemini: an album of nostalgic wonderment. An album of raw emotion expressed through exuberant creativity. An album of such overwhelming insularity and self reflection that it gets you right there, right there in fleeting moments with Tatum. Simply put Gemini is an album to cherish. Photobucket