5 of 7 people found the following review helpful
More of a dank flat than a strange house,
This review is from: Strange House (Audio CD)
Dirty rotten speed addled pop tones that need a different vocal style to make them as truly great as the 60's garage pysche bands they look up to. I bought this the second day after it's release after much deliberation. It's definately a kick in the teeth to all things safe and indie these days - bloc party dullards and all that - and the music does sound good, all nerve shredding psychotic guitar and organ, rumbling bass and manic drumming but then the singer pops up and does his thing all over it. Live I can imagine it makes more sense whereas on record you long for a cooler yet still reckless voice like Jeffrey Lee Pierce of the Gun Club or like Nick Cave. Really grates after a while and I had unwanted images of the Damned popping up. As a debut album from a much hyped fashionista band (the seeds sown at Southends very own Junk club where you could spot many a pretentious fashion victim prancing like a self conscious thing) it's not half bad and I was expecting it to be a lot worse. Count In Fives appears to be the best track as well as the slower She Is The New Thing. Good sounds on A Train Roars and nice nod to VU's The Gift on Excellent Choice. There's a lull towards the end what with the too long Gil Sleeping (he must've been as someone forgot to halt it just after the 2 min mark)and goth by numbers Thunderclaps. It'll be interesting to see where they go from here - cult obscurity or bigger things.
Damn shame it came out the same day as the far superior Grinderman album. Well past middle aged men showing the skinny boys how it should be done. You gotta be more sexy and primal with your scuzzy grooves!
6 out of 10.