If their first album was about sound, their second is about time—and how to bend it.
Sleigh Bells are a band with style. Blending hard rock with R&B, their songs are brash, loud, and catchy. Instead of the usual rock uniform or pop's current vogue of futuristic cyber-couture, they wear jacket-and-sunglass ensembles that both look cool and mesh with their musical focus on late-80s pop-metal. And not only are they on M.I.A.'s label, but they got a call from Beyonce's people about the reigning queen of pop possibly sampling one of their songs.
All that style, though, has made some people assume there's no substance to back it up. Of a Sleigh Bells show, William Bowers wrote in Pitchfork that "This preening and pose-striking strikes me as very Now, in that it acknowledges phone-camera culture and the Facebook generation's tendency to spend lots of energy creating occasion-less, advert-like images of themselves." Sleigh Bells attracts a lot of these sorts of backhanded compliments. Later in the piece, Bowers admits to being troubled that the band "flatter-pander the audience," and laments that they don't act more like '90s slack-rockers Pavement, who would "deny requests and even stop mid-noodle if we 'woo!'-ed too joyously."
They're trying to make us realize how cool we already are, slowing things down so we can appreciate the details.
The implication here is that though Sleigh Bells may be good at reflecting the present moment, they don't have much to say about it. In fairness, the band doesn't exactly try to disabuse us of that notion, admirably so. Sleigh Bells avoids the intentional difficulty we expect of indie-leaning bands, pulling us in instead of pushing us away. They wear fun clothes, they make cool videos, they want to get us excited. But it's worth considering that maybe that's the whole point.
The assumption most modern rock bands (indie or otherwise) seem to make is that their audience needs to be made aware of the darkness that exists within the world. Sleigh Bells' music assumes we all already know that the world is an awful place, and that their role is to give us something different, to help us feel better for a little while. Treats was stuffed full of inspirational chants, and in making gigantic sounds out of the cheap aloneness of a guitar, a laptop, and a voice, it sent the implicit message that small things can have power, too. But if that album was about playing offense, giving you a weapon to use against the world, their new album, Reign of Terror, is a playbook for when you're on defense. It builds a shield against the world out of hazy images of the past and the ability to manipulate the sound in your own head.
It's a needed change. Even if they loved the music, some listeners had a hard time connecting emotionally with Treats. This was, in some ways, an intentional strategy the band pursued. "In interviews, I never said anything personal," Miller said in a recent Spin cover story. "I didn't want to let anyone in who wasn't close to me. I don't like talking about my feelings."
As it turned out, there were a lot of feelings to talk about. Miller's father died in a motorcycle crash just as the band was forming, and as the band was getting big, his mother was diagnosed with cancer. Reign of Terror is, in some ways, his way of dealing with all that. "It sounds ridiculous, but I felt this record would save my life because it was my way of dealing with what happened," he told Spin. "Stuff like Def Leppard and Cyndi Lauper—that's what I listened to when I was a kid and everything with my family was perfect."
That influence is abundantly clear in the images surrounding Terror: Letterman jackets, Wayfarer sunglasses, studded black leather jackets, Eddie Van Halen guitars, skateboarding, suburban streets, sunshine. What's great about Sleigh Bells is that they neither wallow in nor lazily darken those nostalgic images. They turn them into something new. "For me, and I know for Derek, the '80s represent a kind of safe, innocent childhood time," Krauss said in the same article. "But things that you think are safe can turn scary on a dime. That's what Reign of Terror is really about."
You spot what she's talking about in the video for "Comeback Kid," the lead single from Terror. In slow motion, we see Krauss jumping on a very grandma-looking bed while smiling and holding a rifle; in slow motion, Miller and Krauss (in full concert getup) push a shopping cart down the snack aisle of a supermarket, and Miller coolly flips a bottle of mustard into the basket. If that first image is the initial impression you might get of Sleigh Bells—the current domesticity of guitar rock made simultaneously more cozy and more threatening—the second is how you come to understand them. Like the John Woo action movies the slow-mo effect is taken from, they're badass but welcoming, here not to destroy but to put everyday life into such a highly-stylized order that we all feel like superstars. They're not trying to be cooler than us and failing, as when James Franco's character in Pineapple Express tries to shoot Rosie Perez in slow-mo (while quoting NWA) and misses; they're trying to make us realize how cool we already are, slowing things down so we can appreciate the details, taking their existing culture and burnishing it to a bright shine.