Free All Angels
I mean, it's okay. Rock like this
should be less produced, though. Don't get me wrong, there are
some bands that should have glossy production and whatnot, but
this isn't one of those groups. The stuff should be dirtier
and more up front. Songs like "Shark" sound as if
they were recorded in some sort of hairband space ship
somewhere, and others have shimmering tambourines that make
me want to shoot myself. It's all a matter of taste, of course,
but I just don't dig the Inspiral Carpets/Stone Roses thing.
It's just too nice, too clean, too blah. |
Trailer
I could have sworn these guys were like German
or something. There's a break before one of their songs, "Jack
Names the Planet" in which a couple wacky foreigners
talk--and I thought it might be the guys' siblings or something.
Turns out they're Irish and not Nazis at all! Instead, they
are pop-punk/grunge songsters that probably listened to a lot
of Nirvana before recording this
1995 debut album. Granted, they don't have that angry, heroin-addicted
thing going, nor do they have the ground-breaking musical thing
going on, but as a somewhat clean pop punk-ish band, they could
be worse. They could be better too. When it comes down to it,
Trailer just doesn't have the staying power to make
it into heavy rotation. |
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