Labels: B-Unique
Review by: Andy Malcolm
One of those records which they named for the reviewer. “Oh My God”, as in oh my god this
is really mediocre. Though I really didn’t expect much from a band named after some
obscure South African football team. I didn’t waste several hours of my youth reading the
miniscule print of the list of available team kits at the back of the Subbuteo catalogue
for nothing you know. Anyway. Kaiser Chiefs play middle of the road indie rock of the kind
that is lappedup by people who like middle of the road indie rock. It is irritatingly
catchy and stompy, but it has things like guitar solos and piano and good production. Feh.
In the dim and distant future the day may come where I have lost all traces of life and
the blood has stopped pumping in my veins, the desire to give a shit drained out of me,
and I’ll have a middle management job in company that sells bug ridden computer software
to banks, and this, the Kaiser Chiefs, would be the music I would listen to after I had commuted the 2 hour drive home to my tiny suburban box house that has buried me in a mortgage that I couldn’t ever hope to pay off if I lived 5 times over, on my £2k
stereo that has no record player. If you are young and you listen to this, words fail
me.