Key Track: Poor in Love”
This record, Dan Bejar’s belated pop masterpiece, isn’t cheesy. It’s tasteful as hell. The soft rock, the Vaseline-smeared lenses, the saxophone: we’d been conditioned by NME to see these things as the enemy. But unlike kids who try their best to sound like an unformed childhood memory, Kaputt is deadly specific, the improbable photo recall of a wine-drunk poetry professor. No one’s done cryptic decadence this well since Roxy Music. He earns the reference by equaling it, re-explaining how these things ever sounded good enough to become clichéd. And we’ve not even gotten to his devastating wit! Always hilarious, never a joke.