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Get your hands off my anklewarmers....,
This review is from: Permission To Land (Audio CD)
Wow, the Darkness. A nice, short, filler-free ten track blast of the sounds of yesteryear, with nice modern production (is it just me or do all pre-1994 albums need one hell of a mid-range lift?) and the ghost Freddie Mercury on vocals.
Despite the gushing praise from certain magazines, the frequent bandying about of that ever-present phrase "Saviours of Rock", and the fact that it manages to get played at cheese, indie, metal and rock clubs, this album is not a classic. Why? It's stuck between homage and satire.
Listen to "Stuck In A Rut". Half way through, there's a hilarious "Kill me master! Thank you master!" bit. It may well have sounded appropriate a decade ago, but having heard Tenacious D do the near-same thing on a deliberately comical (and damn good) album, it's a slightly tired sounding joke. Are The Darkness trying to revive hair-metal, or ridiculing it? If it's the former, THEY MUST BE STOPPED. If it's the latter, they're not quite funny enough (alright, I'll give them the video for "I Believe In A Thing Called Love", that made us all chuckle).
But it's not all tributes and pastiche. The high point of the album is the awesome "Get Your Hands Off My Woman", which rises above the other (dull) singles by virtue of (a) a mercifully short guitar solo, (b) a guitar line that could easily be punk, and (c) gratuitous use of the C and MF words. It's so gung-ho, so aggressive, so rock and roll... everything The Darkness were made out to be.
If the rest of this album had the same restriction of fret-frottage, sharpness of tongue and lively tempo exhibited on this song, I'd have given it a 5. Sadly it's got a few too many irritating ballads and the sort of rock guitar love that rightly fell out of fashion at the same time as shell suits.
So yeah, they were the kings of summer '03. They might make xmas number 1. But for goodness sake, let's hope they're a one off, rather than the first of many.