Dailyish Review - The Young Punx - Your Music is Killing Me
Posted in music, reviews!, talk talk with tags Dailyish Review, Michael Mann, music, reviews! on April 17, 2008 by ionmag
This album dropped last year in the UK and is just now being released in North America. However, it would have fared better if it came out nine years ago in the UK when people loved hearing this stuff in car commercials and bullet-time fight sequences. The Young Punx call their sound “mashpop and punkstep” but to me it’s the aural equivalent of running the gauntlet on American Gladiators. Except instead of guys named Malibu and Turbo pounding you with foam batons, washed up electronic musicians of yore are hitting you with every stagnant genre of dance music you can imagine. This album has them all—deep house, big beat, jungle, disco, breaks and electro—for what seems like a never ending 13 tracks plus five interludes. Unless you’re Wesley “Two Scoops” Berry, you’re probably not going to make it through the whole album without receiving a painful shot to the ear (Berry is in jail right now for robbing a bank so chances are you aren’t him). The cringe-inducing lyrics in “You’ve got to…” include “You’ve got to rip it and burn it and pump up the sound. You’ve got to pod it and blog it… yeah.” Allow me to reluctantly suggest doing the first two. Definitely not the last three.
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Supergrass is the kind of band that can do anything it damn well pleases. Mr. Coombes? Gareth, Gaz…from where did you spawn? You surprise fans with each musical endeavour! A mélange of eclectic sound, unpredictable vocals from one song to the next, and tight execution paired with a sound that can hardly be described without the amusing image of you bobbing your head to the music because it’s just too much. “Diamond Hoo Ha Man,” like every Supergrass album opener, is a crashing flood of gritty guitars and pounding drums; “When I Needed You” is nothing short of brilliant, and it would hardly qualify for any other band if Coombes’ emphatic vocal swagger didn’t completely knock you on your ass. No one song is like the last. It’s been three years since the dark, long-drive-home album Road to Rouen and it seems Supergrass has crash-landed in a Scandinavian garage, only to blast out some of its best songs since 1997’s In it For the Money. If we all grew mutton chop sideburns and wore tweed vests and white fancy shoes, would we all be this great?
Los Campesinos! first full-length album starts off in a twee explosion with “Death to Los Campesinos!” The rest of the songs race along full of shouted choruses, and boy-girl trade-off verses; it’s also lovely to hear the glockenspiel sharing the spotlight with the keyboards, guitars and drums. This seven-member outfit from Wales is high on energy and fixated on having fun. It’s no wonder that they borrowed their first hit single, “You! Me! Dancing!” from their debut EP and placed it on this album for a repeat listen. “Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Breakbeats” stands out for its dance punk transition into shoe gazer territory at its end. And the best song title (so far this year) goes to “This is How You Spell: HA HA HA, We Destroyed The Hopes and Dreams of a Generation of Faux-Romantics.” To decipher all the album lyrics, a careful listen is needed so gems like And when our eyes meet all that I can read is “You’re the B Side” aren’t missed. One more thing: !!!!
This album is a giant relief. Not just because the tension that precedes sophomore releases is like looking for a red tag in your locker when you’re Wesley Snipes trying to make the opening day squad of the Cleveland Indians, but also because Gnarls Barkley is a band loaded with pressure. This will inevitably happen when you have the credits and credentials of two men like Danger Mouse and Cee-Lo Green. After pleasing a variety of FM radio listeners in 2006 with St. Elsewhere (and over-played single “Crazy”) we finally get to see where the odd couple are planning to take us with their creative pleasures. It’s satisfying to hear Gnarls Barkley turn down the rap, and turn up the soul. Danger Mouse is a far better pop music producer than he is a hip-hop producer, and he’s not too bad at that to begin with. I imagine this record (like Cee-Lo) will only get better with age.
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