Philly punks Nothing are back from the brink with a new record that draws on some really, really bad times.
Album Review: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - 'Beat The Devil's Tattoo' (Abstract Dragon/Co-Op)
An earnest offering and not much else
So what we get on BRMC’s fifth album ‘proper’ is… well, I mean they’ve actually written a fucking song called ‘River Styx’. Seriously! And every single one of the lyrics is either a really, really lame Spacemen Zero drug innuendo (the – hey! – 10-minute epic ‘’Half-State’), about ‘twisted’ love (the – hey! – ‘stripped down’ ‘Sweet Feeling’s Gone’) or mentions “highways”. There’s another song called ‘Consience Killer’, on which one of them sneers, “I’m a preacher with a gun!” This, of course, would all be fine if there was even a milligram of knowingness, and if it wasn’t all always backed by the kind of drivetime-Velvets fuzz that says “deep down, I am quite scared of talking heroin, don’t really understand Naked Lunch and secretly prefer Bon Jovi to The Stooges. However, I want the world to think I’m, y’know, dark.”
BRMC “mean it”, for sure. The problem is they mean it in the way Spinal Tap mean it.
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