For raw emotion Number One Son are taking on, and beating, nu-metal's big boys...
A betting man would back Lostprophets to triumph in the current Brit-metal explosion but there are dozens of similar rock primates snapping at their heels. Liverpool fivesome Number One Son are a good outside bet.
They share with the Lostprophets a label, a dress sense and a self-consciously ‘eclectic’ checklist of influences (Faith No More, Tool, sundry hardcore obscurities), so comparisons are difficult to sidestep. To Number One Son’s credit, they don’t sound as cynical as the ‘ Prophets in their attempts to slot snugly into the American demographic; what they’re lacking, however, are tunes quite as craftily catchy and emotion-jerking as their Welsh counterparts. The NOS template – expansionist, glossily-engineered chunk-rock hinting at hip-hop and electronica – is adhered to a little rigidly to convince.
The better moments are often superlative, mind. ‘Becoming’ and ‘Bitter Pill’ are brooding slews of quasi-hardcore guitar work and Nic Whitmore’s throat-wreck vocals. The metallic beatdown of ‘Revert To Type’ sounds like it’s coming from a nasty, cancerous area of the gut which Fred Durst orCoby Dick‘s private gastroenterologists wouldn’t allow for. Their tendency to revert to type keeps Number One Son on the launch pad for now, but for raw emotion they’re taking on, and beating, nu-metal’s big boys.