Review by Josh Mauldin http://honestlisamusic.blogspot.com Automatic Happy Present Tense 8 1/2 out of 10 I know no one has noticed, but the Los Angeles quintet Present Tense has been quietly releasing some of the best underground rock their respective scene has to offer. With the release of their third album, Automatic Happy, they've solidified themselves as a distinctive voice amidst a throng of screaming retro-punkers and carefully-styled New York rock chameleons. Their previous release, Childish Things, a profound collection of progressive rock gems divided its listeners into either rapturous admiration or confusing appreciation. The complaints of the confused were not without merit. Lead singer and co-songwriter Amanda Rowse's lyrics were all but buried beneath the studio trickery and intricate arrangements. Childish Things utilized her vocals as another instrument, painting a landscape with the music more than taking control and leading the accompaniment. One was left with a sense of atmosphere and nuance more than a tune left bouncing around in their head. Certainly, for a band attempting to woo a mainstream audience, this was not the release to do it. Fortunately for their critics, Rowse and co-founder/bassist/programmer Thomas Stillwagon has heard their complaints. Automatic Happy is an uncompromisingly pop album showcasing Rowse's soulful vocals and infectious melodies that manages not to betray their progressive-rock roots. An album in which both novice radio users and snobbish independent gurus can both take pride in having it on their iPods. New guitarist Vincent Martinez (of Death & Taxes) shades the melodies with equal parts distorted foundation and scale noodling that allow Rowse's melody and lyric to transcend landscape and take charge of the arrangement. His guitar work drives with careless abandon through songs like Connect, rescinds to the background in tracks like Homewrecker, and authoritatively demands attention in 13:45 and Let Me Be. It's a good thing Automatic Happy allows Rowse the ability to deliver her words for she is a crafty lyricist, using everything from a narrative reminiscent of the subtle melancholy of Paul Simon's Duncan in Five Years Ago, ³...the lonely Rosalee sat stoic at the counter of the corner station / her old schoolmates would come in filling up their SUVs and carrying their children...² to the bluntly emotional repetition of, ³...I see you everywhere, I see you in the cold night air / I see you in everything, why won't you let me be...² that joins a perfectly placed string quartet sample for the seven minute Let Me Be. It is not without faults, that is to say it is not exactly the second coming of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. There are a few dynamic queues that could've been hit a little harder to elevate the impact and a few songs are a little too short, but effective none-the-less. For all the retread, disposable offerings mainstream radio is offering, it's a shame this record will probably never receive the exposure it deserves. That's the American music business for you.