Susy Thomas has a pleasant enough voice and Grade 8 guitar (according to the biog), but so far that�s as far as it goes. The song is over-orchestrated, with the result that this just melts to nothingness within a second of ending. Jane Taylor does this much better. Hint: Less Is More, Susy (check your copy of Joni Mitchell�s Blue).
Save What You Can
After reading the press release for this single I was expecting to be blown away by The Triffids music having never heard them before. However,although it was good, it did sound a little like The House of Love at a weaker moment or possibly even a sub standard James track. It was inoffensive, and the singers voice is pleasant on the ear but I didn�t really get overwhelmed by it. There seemed to be more emphasis on the involvement of the artist Steve Keene in the video for the song to promote it�s re-issue. Given the calibre of the artists on this label,I would certainly rank it under disappointing.
John Paul Mason
A Stitch In Time EP
One Little Indian
The Twilight Singers might ooze grizzled surliness, especially now that they�ve borrowed Mark Lanegan�s trademark growl, but this is too polished to sound even half as gritty as they�d like. The EP cover might show us a filthy, cracked sink, the kind of germ-ridden bathroom that Greg Dulli and pals undoubtedly had to make do with earlier in their careers, but now that they�re touring in a gleaming coach, with all mod-cons as standard, it looks far too much like an act. The unlikely Massive Attack cover �Live With Me� is lifted slightly by Lanegan�s studied drawl, but otherwise this all sounds too soft rock to retain a cutting edge. Disappointingly soulless.
To My Boy�s second single has a rather vague, Matrix-lite, concept behind it, with theGrid apparently being �either evil or beautiful�beginning life as a rickety wires, quickly growing heavy girders with the help of a bass machine�. What they are on about, or what their lyrics are muttering about is a mystery. Musically To My Boy are a throwback to classic 80s electronic music, from their faceless image to the vocals, which are a pitch perfect imitation of Thomas Dolby�s warblings. A bit too derivative of their influences to leave their own mark however.
The Drawing Game
Large and orchestral is the order of the day for They Don�t Sleep and �The Drawing Game� release. All three tracks have a grandiose feel, with lead track �Signature� clocking in at over six minutes and retaining a dark menace throughout.
It may take a while for the vocals to kick in but when they do, they pierce and nag.
An interesting introduction no doubt but whether there is more to come is unsure.
Run to the hills and block up your ears, because Towers of London still refuse to die. Apparently, they’ve even got their own TV show (on Bravo TV) and this is the theme tune. They’ve also supported their heroes, Guns N Roses, by personal request, which just goes to show that Axl Rose is even more mental than we all thought. Listening to this is like watching your flatmate play endless Guitar Hero, but less entertaining. Stupid, dull, humourless cock.
Impossible Sightings Over Shelton
The name may conjure images of men in monocles counting Guineas over a round table in a cigar smoke filled room; I expected a musical narrative on brandy drinking, beard grooming, waistcoats, pocket watches and hearty chortles at third world famine. Instead I find the band mainly consists not of gentlemen at all, but of women (Pah! Should be seen and not heard) with a whiney male singer who sounds a bit like Billy Corgan. They have a largely gloomy bass sound, embittered by jarring female vocals that randomly lapses into optimistic bursts; it�s an interesting progression of an early 90s sound.
What�s The Miles Per Gallon, Alan?
Someone�s been listening to a little too much Ian Dury & The Blockheads, I think. True, this single has an infectious urgency about it that still survives despite the unwieldy title, but unless we�re turning the clock back twenty years it�s hard to see �What�s The Miles Per Gallon, Alan?� succeeding in the modern world. Besides, they really can�t fit that title into the chorus, and the whole effort feels needlessly rushed and cramped for style. If you�re missing Ian Dury you�ll probably love it, though.
Some bands end up with their vocalist because he owns a car and not because he has an especially nice voice. I’m assuming Edward Molby are such an act. A quartet from somewhere in Yorkshire who, hilariously I can assure you, feature no-one of the name Edward Molby play guitar heavy pop fronted by a singer who whines when the music is meant to be melodic and has possibly the most pathetic scream I’ve ever heard when things get ‘heavy’. I couldn’t stand to listen beyond the entirely rubbish opening track so have no idea if things improve.
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