Kid 606

Sometimes you have to wonder if artists name their records with the intention of baiting critics. Yes, Resilience is the title of the eighth album in as many years by San Diego's Miguel Depedro, otherwise known as Kid 606; instead of his typically abrasive mash-ups of pop-culture carrion and splattered...

By Jason Heller

August 11, 2005

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Sometimes you have to wonder if artists name their records with the intention of baiting critics. Yes, Resilience is the title of the eighth album in as many years by San Diego's Miguel Depedro, otherwise known as Kid 606; instead of his typically abrasive mash-ups of pop-culture carrion and splattered beats -- a formula that's worn inevitably thin -- these dozen songs are as uncluttered as they are naggingly catchy. Flirting with everything from dancehall to kraut rock to ambient, the disc points back to the fluke in Depedro's catalogue, 2000's P.S. I Love You, only coasting more on dulcet pulses of rhythm and subtle hooks than icy abstraction. With his music maturing beyond prankish pastiche to the point of being readily digestible and even relevant, Depedro might not be able to call himself Kid much longer. It's almost as if he were, you know, resilient or something.

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