Labels: self released
Review by: Samuel Fowler
Jesus Christ, the Refugees AND the Royal Family… I admit my mistake. After my review of that rather promising new release by the Junk I was feeling all positive about ska/punk and stuff. You know, some rabid yelling, angry shit about throwing some molotovs at banks, and copying some slapstick riffs. I mean this release did have tones boding disquietingly with checkerboard designs and mo-hawked silhouettes and all that, but so what. In the disc went.
Appearances, particularly on cover sleeves, can be deceptive (otherwise I’d never have listened to Samiam.) Sometimes they aren’t though. Widdly bits, plenty of oi-oi’s, catatonic background sections that have the pace (and attention grabbing aspect) of continental drift, and more upstrokes than you ever heard in the whole of the rest of your life put together. I’ve heard all these songs played by 300 bands before. None of those were any good either. Throw in some achingly bad lyrical content/ social commentary and you have the perfect recipe for wanting to throw myself off the tower of London into the Thames with a few tonnes of masonry manacled to my face.
Apparently this is for fans of the King Blues, Catch it Kebabs and the Streets. (the STREETS for fucks unbelievable sake) Is this supposed to be some kind of compliment? The King Blues, incidentally, hold the dubious distinction of being the only band I’ve walked out on mid-set.
Aspirations dashed, this CD ruined Christmas. I won’t be able to look Rudolph, Donner, Blitzen and all those other stupidly named reindeer’s is in the face now. Time to shove Christmas dinner along with the rest of the decorations and the whole fucking Christmas tree down my throat and hide in a cellar until the meteors strike.