Amazon.co.uk Review
The Hidden Cameras, like the
Polyphonic Spree, deal in the currency of euphoric, swoonsome pop. Unlike the Polyphonic Spree, the songs on their debut album,
The Smell of Our Own, revolve around singer/guitarist Joel Gibb's themes of transcendence through communal, happy-clappy sing-alongs, gay love and religious imagery. With his 15-strong band, some of whom are prone to donning balaclavas and little else when playing live, the dreaded curse of novelty could threaten to overpower the music. Luckily though, Gibb's knack of creating expansive, uplifting songs layered with flutes, harps, trombones and sleigh bells showcases his ear for a tune and well-honed pop sensibility. "Day is Dawning" begins as a gently strummed paean to creation, the kind that an enthusiastic primary school music teacher would encourage, and slowly builds to a lilting, choral-tinged thing of loveliness. "Boys of Melody" is similarly beguiling as Gibb gazes "Far out at sea / Bathed in breeze" over the most simple, affecting melodies this side of
Mercury Rev. The Hidden Cameras' only novelty is in Gibb's often astonishingly frank and personal lyrics. The music that soundtracks his worldview though is pure, classic pop. --
Suzannah Brown