MONKEYS HUMBUG the ARCTIC word [domino recording co]
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album of the week bluejuice head of the hawk [universal] Here’s my review prologue: Vitriol – yes, it was a brilliant song, and no, I’m not sure if the group could ever make something like it again. But that stroke of absolute genius shouldn’t allow us to compare all their proceeding work against such an unfairly high yardstick. I mean, even after Exerciser, Rhubarb put out some pretty good stuff, didn’t they? I’m fairly sure they did. At any rate, the point of this gratuitously long introduction is that although none of the tracks on Head of the Hawk quite match Vitiriol, the album as a whole places Problems well and truly in the shadows. The boys have focussed here much more on their endearing pop sensibilities and lyrical finesse , crafting an album that might be less aggressive, but at the same time is more focussed, less floundering, and as a result it lands a much harder punch. Gone is the excessive bravado of Problems, and instead they’ve dished up pure pop pay-dirt. What remains is an album that will stay in your CD player for many more months, and in your head for much longer. BEN HERMANN
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Letting the hype pass me by, I approached the ‘difficult third album’ by these once precocious teenagers with no barrow to push. But the Josh Homme produced Humbug has problems. Firstly, it sounds like the Arctic Monkeys through the Homme filter –slinky, high pitched, squeak-slide and background wobble… a sound so recognisable it’s rapidly turning into cliché. Here it doesn’t gel or fit. Crying Lightning is a simple tune lost with extraneous sonic waffle. My Propeller finds the right balance of atmospherics and propulsion and yet it still doesn’t feel right. Pretty Visitors is practically a Songs for the Deaf throw away. Pathetic. Turner is an ambitious songwriter but these tracks all feel like co-writes with their heavy handed producer. Turner needs to wrest control back from the ginger.
JUSTIN HOOK
THE BLACK CROWES before the frost [stomp] Released in a myriad of different formats (Before the Frost is the single CD version of the full Before the Frost… After the Freeze release, which you can buy in full only as a vinyl double album, the After the Freeze bit comes available as a download only album, or something), this is an album as close to perfect as The Black Crowes will probably ever get. Whether it be their own material or cover versions, the band rip through all the material here in front of an invited studio audience with a fire in the belly and an intensity of purpose not heard from them in many a year. If you thought last release Warpaint was good, then by God… Nambucco “Moneymaker’ Deliria
TINPAN ORANGE the bottom of the lake [vitamin] Brother and sister Emily and Jesse Lubitz have teamed up with Alex (who can play anything with strings you can poke a stick at) in this bouncy pop collection. The sound is akin to Sixpence None the Richer. Emily’s voice is very sweet, so syrupy in fact that you are left at times with that saccharin overload feeling, like when you’re on that third donut and can sense the sugar crystallising in your blood. However, there are real gems here in Chinese Whispers with its wonderful wavering chorus and Every Single Day, about the ephemeral quality of life. In the closer Saudades (Portuguese for tender remembrance of absent people) Emily finds the right mix of sugariness and melancholy. Jesse’s voice provides a good foil for his sister, with a snappy little Latin number in Round ‘n’ Round and the edgy Fitzroy Street. rory mccartney
WHITE LIES TO LOSE MY LIFE [FICTION] This album formed part of my homework for this year’s Splendour in the Grass. The White Lies remind me a great deal of Editors and I mean that as a compliment. The album is not groundbreaking but very enjoyable. Epic songs which are perfectly suited for music festivals. Mature lyrics that manage to (mostly) stay away from the hamminess that can often plague rock songs. Death is the perfect introductory track and sets the tone for the album - guitar led indy rock. One complaint would be that the second half of the album fails to live up to the first but overall still worth a listen. Nicely done fellas. carrington clarke
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Glee Cast Don’t Stop Believing [Sony BMG] This is charting? Awesome. We should be pleased. Not only because it means Steve Perry is somewhere out there getting a fresh colour treatment to his ‘do, but also because this actually kicks arse. Imagine all those awesome acapella/ choir videos you waste time watching on YouTube and then crank up the production values and theatrics and you’ve got yourself some spine-tinglingly good stuff.
Julian Casablancas 11th Dimension [RCA] It’s been a long wait for a new Strokes album, but as the members move onto their fourth solo offshoot with Julian Casablancas’ Phrazes For The Young it looks like we’ve got the next best thing. It’s got some classic razor-edged garage guitars to it, but 11th Dimension veers off traditional Strokes course with its emphasis on casio synths and some particularly funked-up rhythms. Whilst we’ll inevitably compare it The Strokes’ back catalogue, this stands triumphantly on its own.
LMFAO I’m In Miami Trick [UMA] As their name would suggest, LMFAO are a product of the internet age. As such, their steez is riddled with off-themoment trappings, from the farty electro backing track, will.i.am hook ups and bone-headed lyrics. Of course, they don’t give a shit about displaying even an iota of credibility, instead content to coast by on this lazy, and basically kinda juvenile junk.