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the horrors - strange house
.. i love shit like that.
i love it when a band has a plan, an image, and a
reason to be the way they are.
hence my love for bands such as the cycle shorts
wearing age of chance, the fishnets and wig chaos of sputnik,
right down to the plastic hats of devo.
give me a band with a well defined manifesto, and
i’ll open my wallet.
so when the new album by the non-colourful the
horrors dropped on the mat with that deliciously arch reference to
old recording methods that used to be branded on old 7″ singles, is
on the spine of the album cover i couldn’t help but fall in love.
with a cover shot that directly connects to
70s cross dressing glammed up garage rockers new york dolls, it’s
fairly obvious that these new upstarts know their rock-n-roll history. a fact
thats doubled up with the opening cover version of screaming lord
sutches jack the ripper. but hey, enough of the aren’t
we cool rubbish.
after all, this band are now major funded, someone
could have quite easily have dreamt this whole schtick up in good old
fashioned malcolm mclaren style, but if that were the case, i’m not
so sure that the actual music would end up sounding quite as rough and nasty
as these 12 songs do.
the anti-coldplay band for the
dissatisfied youth of 2007, which as the album is subtitled psychotic
sounds for freaks and weirdos’ makes perfect sense.
for all the fashionista cool media storm that the
band have whipped up, and the adulation that they command from their very
young audience, i personally think this is a great 40 minute blast of hammon
organ excess, garage rock-n-roll noise and grotty attitude, making this a
delightfully enjoyable alternative to the safe and radio 2 friendly
likes of the yawnsome kooks, razorshite etc
etc.
basically, if i were 17 and brought this album
home and played it loud, i just know my parents would be appalled, and that in
my book is a result.
of course, old’uns will be able to make all the
comparisons to such goth-punk classics by
the damned, the cramps, the
birthday party, of course, this is a bunch of well educated art
students having a muck about with a dash of black eye liner and well trodden
paths of stylised shock tactics, but hey,
it’s only rock-n-roll and
when the noise is as messy and tune filled as this then i cant but help and
shoutout
i like it.
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