Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
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Eight years on and still they come. The Teenage Fanclub bandwagon has passed but the stragglers trundle on ...
While their tunes can be over-melodic and lyrically cloying, there's a determination about The Hormones which subverts their excesses. Take 'Stay Ahead', an embittered rant against an impatient music industry disguised as a jolly pop song, and while this might be the spirit of a champion locked inside the music of a loser, The Hormones have dotted surprises elsewhere. Most notably the belligerent ceilidh-rock of 'Dig Like Merry Hell' which roisters along like a coltish Shane MacGowan before dissolving into a full-on Riverdance to the death. That the album closes with a sparse quasi-mystical ballad might indicate that there's more to Marc Carroll than likeable dross.
At worst then, this is a pointless reassertion of pop values in a blighted age where firebombs and thunderstorms cannot shift the Garbage album from the Top 20. At best the fumbling first steps of a future hero.
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