I spent most of yesterday driving around in the rain and listening to Tennis’ sophomore album, Young & Old. The music itself is perfectly enjoyable, still rife with jangling pop riffs & happy keyboards & all those Annette Funicello feelings I’m addicted to. My head wants so badly to bob away & dream of far away lands with my lover, but the lyrics tell a completely different story this time around. Cape Dory was a new romance to get lost in, an adventure full of butterflies, ON THE HIGH SEA! But the vacation is over on Young & Old. It sounds like, the first week of getting back from a trip. Your mind is still on holiday, rapt in sun-soaked daydreams, but you’re back; back to making the office coffee & questioning your relationship & worrying about the future of the planet & shit.
I appreciate Tennis’ more adult (for lack of a better word, I mean, let’s be real, Tennis is the #whitepeopleproblems of music) themes on this album but it just doesn’t quite match up. Musically, I’m still on a beach but lyrically, I’m a little lugubrious & confused. I’m still probably going to listen to it quite a bit though, mostly because that last sentence is also a great metaphor for my life from time to time.
My favorite song on the album (after “Origins”, which is the obvious stand out of the track list) is called “Robin”. There’s something about the melody of it that really, really reminds me of the song “Love” from Disney’s (coincidently) Robin Hood. This is important because Robin Hood is my favorite Disney movie & Robin the fox was my first big crush, right before 1963 Paul McCartney (I’ve always led a very rich fantasy life, you guys).
Here you can compare the two songs, because I love you like that:
Tennis’ “Robin”
George Bruns’ “Love”
Don’t get me started on that “Love” dip.
I DIIIE for that song.
Anyway, back to Tennis…
Overall, I dig it.
Editor’s Note: I also love the track “Traveling”. 
