Truth be told, it’s not a great name for a band. It’s impossible to tell what kind of music this five-piece make. Although, maybe that’s the whole point.
‘Retro rock’n’roll’ unfairly conjures up images of Buddy Holly or Shakin’ Stevens, but The Dreams take these influences and run with them, so while ‘Liar Bird’ is a simple slice of Everlys-style pop, ‘Up To The Stars’ is one Red Army choir short of a Cold War epic, and while ‘Jungle Drums’ does exactly what you’d imagine, it’s still a rollocking slice of percussive fun.
Plus, the twanging ‘Reverberatin’ Love is a Tarantino theme in waiting. And closer ‘Anyway’ is full-on Jacques Brel, showing that you should never judge an album by its cover.
(This review originally appeared in the Donside Piper)