Hereâ€™s a few words others have used to describe Camera-Head Shark: Hyperactive. Bubbly. Infectious. Those words could also be used to describe fever-induced puss sores, though. Well, then, hereâ€™s some of the comparisons drawn by other music critics and bloggers: Monkees. Barenaked Ladies. Somewhere between Camper Van Beethoven and Cake. Beatles-inspired. From Monkees to Beatles? By now, youâ€™ve realized that this is an odd band, indeed.
Recorded in a basement between April and June of 2007, â€œOh, Boyâ€ is an eclectic collection of indie-pop tunes that is remarkable in the lack of similarity between any of the tracks. It starts with â€œPunched,â€ an organ-driven, light pop tune that would sit well on a Belle & Sebastian record, were it not for the violent refrain: â€œI heard you got punched with a flashlight.â€ Itâ€™s a great song, but instead of ending, it just suddenly stops. As if the entire band had been, well, punched. â€œBaby Midnightâ€ croons â€œI need my bones! Donâ€™t take my bowowowowowowones!â€ What does that mean? I have no idea. But itâ€™s catchy. And the ending coda, where something that may be zombies whispers â€œWe need your bones!â€ is flat out creepy weird. But I love it! â€œPack Up Your Suitcaseâ€ sounds like something out of an off-Broadway musical. It doesnâ€™t work as well for me as some of the other oddities on the album, but when a band is as offbeat as this, you canâ€™t expect everything to stick. Some songs even sound like sing-a-longs (â€œHelp Me Outâ€). Then thereâ€™s the country-tinged â€œI Canâ€™t Wait,â€ a good closing track, that ends in a psychedelic whirl of fiddle and piano. The album also features twee vocals, violin, cello, trumpet . . . Incredible variety. Check it out.