Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
London Kentish Town Forum
Look at the sleeve of this record and you might detect that this is a clever parody of the artwork for [a]Prodigy[/a]'s [B]'The Fat Of The Land'[/B]. Ha. Ha....
"The Prodigy," Wat Tyler announce, "may make better music, but they are puppets." This work is, "Obviously a pisstake... we don't expect you to like this record, but hopefully you'll find it funny." Right. So, what you're saying is, 'Buy this record, it may be shit but, er, at least it's nice shit.'
But - hey! - let's not judge a record by its cover, or its press release, or whether it's popular, as Wat Tyler do. Funny? Well, by their titles alone, you can tell that 'Michael Bolton's Hair', 'Teletubbies' and 'Fill Your Pants With Fear' are full of original and cutting humour.
But it's not all one huge belly laugh! There's excruciatingly worthy and patronising political folk bollocks like 'History Of The Soviet Union Part One - October' and 'Spice Girls' ('manufactured', is the shocking conclusion).
But at least it's punk rock, right? Well, no, actually it's chuggingly mediocre, plodding pub rock, desperately trying to be sung with a deep voice and cockernee accent.
"We're not part of the business," reckon Wat Tyler. So why put a fucking record out? "Whatever you wanna call us is fine," they say. How about 'Pointless, pious, fifth-rate novelty crap'? If this is punk rock, I'm Rick Wakeman.
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