Labels: Voluptuous
Review by: Andy Malcolm
Not only do we get sent cds by the Kaiser Chiefs for review, but we get sent cds by bleedin’
Kaiser Chiefs clones too! Aren’t we the lucky ones? And the C-Jags certainly make for a dreary daguerreotype of said band. The first song on here is
bland talky vocals that goes into the catchy “post-punk” chorus where they shout and go
stop-start-stop-start. Joyous. Of course, its all well produced and played and is edgy
enough to make student macaroons think they are being vaguely rebellious and angry during
their Saturday night session on shit lagers at the local indie dive, whilst also being
melodic enough to get radio play outside of whichever student loving bumface is presenting
the Radio 1 “Evening Session” at the moment. The second song is worse, and has whiney indie
vocals. The drumming is so annoying.
Below this review you will hopefully find 2 or 3 enlightened comments from fans of this band
who have somehow stumbled over this review whilst tanked up to the eyeballs on shit lagers,
and they will proceed to criticise my sexual prowess, shocking taste in music, and various
other attributes of my obviously mislead life. Their forthright opinions and powerful putdowns will surely reduce me to
rubble, crying many wet tears of deep sadness. Woe.