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Review by: Mike Whelan
Actually I’m just guessing at the title to this one. This is a three-track EP without a name, a bit like Clint Eastwood in an old Sergio Leone spaghetti western (though not nearly as dangerous), it might even be self-titled, but nothing on the packaging makes it clear.
London-based four-piece Silvermachine are okay, that is, the songs on here are pretty inoffensive, straightforward, mid-tempo indie music. It’s the type of music that could slip easily into the background of nearly any situation, from a night spent revising about something pointless to the proverbial ambassadors dinner, except the host’s taste might not be noted as so exquisite if he made his guests listen to this while they were spoiled with expensive chocolates.
It’s not that there is anything wrong with Silvermachine; the three tracks are all pretty good, opener ‘Caroline You’re Mine,’ a Blur or Supergrass soundalike, being the best; it’s just that there’s nothing to get your teeth into. It’s the type of music you could hear at any gig, Silvermachine would come on, supporting the band you’ve paid to hear, you would listen to them, you’d say to your mate, “These lot are good aren’t they?” He’d nod, and then you wouldn’t buy their CD and you’d never think about them again.
I won’t write this off completely. Silvermachine are probably really good in an if-you-like-this-kind-of-thing way. There will be people with certain record collections that are crying out for Silvermachine but, sadly, they will probably be a minority.