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Why hello there, welcome to New Yorkâ€™s finest eighties revivalist ensemble, The Bravery! You want New Romantic? You got it! You want post-punk? You got it! You want a lead singer that will set young girls panties moisten to the maximumâ€¦â€no, thatâ€™s sick and wrongâ€! Ah well, you got it anyway! â€˜An Honest Mistakeâ€™ showcases what all the hype has been about, mixing up the sounds of Duran Duran and the Human League with an aggressive Killers-esque indie-rock vibe that I hear is all the rage nowadays. Just think OC soundtrack and youâ€™ll be thinking on the right lines. A fine piece of sadistic electro-punk that hails 2005 as the year of campâ€¦better start thinking about purchasing that Superdrug eyeliner and Topman skinny tie, kids.
Oh dear, Iâ€™m gonna converse with you now readersâ€¦what do you think when you hear a band are achieving a more â€œmatureâ€ sound, â€œthe sound of a band who want to be heardâ€, a band whoâ€™ve just been â€œtouring Americaâ€™s stadia alongside Pearl Jamâ€? Yes, thatâ€™s right, the band in question are reaching for MIDDLE OF THE ROAD STATUS. Welcome back, Idlewild! Gone are the days when Idlewild fashioned such darn good angular stabs of indie-punk: â€˜Annihilate Now!â€™, â€˜A Film For The Futureâ€™, and â€˜When I Argue I See Shapesâ€™ are but a distant memory. â€˜Love Steals Us From Lonelinessâ€™ is just plain damn lazy, almost sounding like a male fronted Cranberries. Yes, itâ€™s from their fifth album, but thereâ€™s a difference between maturity and tedium, and it seems, in this scenario, that Idlewild have gone for the commercially viable tedium.
Itâ€™s February, itâ€™s raining one minute, then itâ€™s snow, a bit of sun here and there, still fookinâ€™ freezinâ€™ mind, then along comes Norwegian popstrel Annie with the pumping single â€˜Heartbeatâ€™ and summer is hereâ€¦in sonic wave formation, of course! The track simply swoons with pop-dance delights, the bass is pulsating, the drums are pounding, the vocals pure to perfection. â€œFeel my heartbeat trembling to the beat, like a melody, come seeâ€, the lyric explains it all, itâ€™s so chaste it could be soundtracked to the sequel of Amelie. This is what pop should sound like.
Far from the cutesy warmth of Annie comes Kano and â€˜Typical Meâ€™. Hard and aggressive, Kano rises from the â€œgrime sceneâ€ of East London and inflicts his own, self-produced, style of antagonising British hip-hop. A metal guitar riff commences Kanoâ€™s arrival on to the Brit-hop plateau currently held by Dizzee Rascal, and Kano ainâ€™t sampling no Captain Sensible neither! While 50 Cent is in da club sippinâ€™ Bacardi (what a big Jessie!), Kanoâ€™s just got chucked out the club, and thatâ€™s â€œtypical meâ€. Whereas all these wanna be player pimps in U.S.A-ville proclaim their self-importance from the outset without doing jack shit, Kano actually raps about trivial, yet real, issues. â€œIâ€™ll probably get nominated and kicked out the Britsâ€, Kano tells us, this time next year he probably will be.
Ok, we can overlook the fact that Weapons Of Mass Belief is a rubbish band name, but itâ€™s near to impossible to overlook the fact that â€˜Black Line Warriorâ€™ is actually a rubbish song! A quote from the press release if I may: â€œWhen JG first gave the backing track to me, I heard â€˜flatlinesâ€™ and felt a strong sense that the track was a moody chase by the shadow of deathâ€, yeah, either that or the backing track is a complete rip-off of Electric Sixâ€™s â€˜Dance Commanderâ€™ with nonsense rapping to boot. The shadow of death? Yeah, the death of this record.
â€œAh, oh, oh, ah, oh, ohâ€- yep, itâ€™s the calling card of Mackem quartet, The Futureheads. The third single release from the eponymously titled debut album comes as quite an odd choice- a coverâ€¦of Kate Bush!? Well, both artists versions of â€˜Hounds Of Loveâ€™ excel in flair and panache, but the Futureheads bring something else to it - they stamp, with authority, their own stop-start guitar jabs and vocal ebullient flavour to the song. Voices and melodies materialise from every crevice and coagulate to form what has now become the spell-binding Futureheads trademark.
Hold the front page, tabloids, Mr. Alex â€œFranz Ferdinandâ€ Kapranos now partakes in guest vocals, next thing you know heâ€™ll be going solo, dating a supermodel and most likely be injecting fishermanâ€™s friend in his arse. The red tops might as well run with this story, anything to deter us from the monotony that Kapranos, together with Del The Funky Homosapien and, reggae legend, Barrington Levy have contributed to. For â€˜The Worldâ€™s Gone Madâ€™ by Handsome Boy Modelling School is just dull, any passion that Levy or Kapranos normally bring to a song is lost in the sub-Gorillaz production of Dan The Automator. Dreary.
â€œItâ€™s nay bad this song you know, sounds a bit Killers like doesnâ€™t itâ€â€¦that is until, the Welsh dwarf opens up his bloody gob! Kelly Jones, why do you have to spoil it with your grotty, grotty vocals, and your grotty, grotty lyrics!? â€œLaying back head on the grass, chewing gum, having some laughs, yeah having some laughsâ€- purrrrleasse, itâ€™s not even sixth form poetry, itâ€™s SAT level, and even then Iâ€™d only give him a level 3 grade! Musically speaking, â€˜Dakotaâ€™ is actually quite a pleasant ditty, the songâ€™s probably Stereophonics best in years, very poppy and very catchy, but it canâ€™t be enjoyed when that man dispenses his filthy vocal vomit upon us! Morrissey may have forgiven Jesus, but I just canâ€™t forgive Jones.
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