Tigercity is remarkable for its lack of irony, considering the band's new home base in Brooklyn, and the fact that they play a combination of disco-era light rock and pitch-perfect mainstream new wave. These guys are serious, and it's impressive. The debut album is laden with cheese, but the songs are honestly done and finely executed.
Like the catalog of music that inspired it, Ancient Lover contains its hits and misses. The less successful tracks aren't bad, just dull. They're the kind of songs you might doze off to while having your teeth cleaned, then spend the rest of the day humming the tune, though unable to remember the words.
The best songs, on the other hand, cannot be denied. When it's done well, everyone knows it, even the haters. And this is what I have to say to haters: If you have no desire to sing along with "Fake Gold," you are a sourpuss. If you don't love the new-wave perfection of "Mallory" and the title track, I don't believe in you. If you refuse to dance to the dark disco anthem "My Type," I say you are not a human being. At least admit that Bill Gillim's falsetto is sexy.
Tigercity plays the Palace Friday, Nov. 13, at 9 PM with Neon Indian, Shahs and Victory Smokes. $7/$5 advance.