Within independent music’s recent ‘90s revival, two kinds of bands seem to emerge: Those that that write music reminiscent of the decade, and those whose music might have fit in perfectly. The former category is more deliberate, the music more contrived than the latter; these artists intend to conjure the genre, resurrect it from the dead, whereas the latter fits it effortlessly. Admittedly, it’s difficult to assign most artists to one side over the other, but not Ivadell, whose throbbing, brooding brand of rock evokes—without merely replicating—the era.
Clearly, Ivadell would fit well on MTV’s 120 Minutes alongside Slowdive and Hum—not because they’re trying to mimic them, but because, like those bands, they’re releasing that which roars within them regardless of its designation. This, of course, is the difference between Ivadell and one participating in some revival—instead of trying to recreate or even advance a well-established style, they write what they must and let the comparisons come to them.