Perfectly hazy record, but fails to push this band to the limits of their capabilities
Whether by design or evolution, [b]The Radio Dept[/b]’s third album fits the grand scheme of all things voguish and hazy rather perfectly – though that’s not to say they’ve made a faultless record, as [b]‘Clinging To A Scheme’[/b] arguably hangs from just a few songs. [b]‘Heaven’s On Fire’[/b] starts by sampling [b]Thurston Moore[/b] urging the destruction of [i]“the bogus capitalist process that is destroying youth culture”[/i], an anarchistic sentiment wholly incongruous to the housey synth, gentle sexy P-funk and saxophone that skip double-Dutch throughout. [b]The Radio Dept[/b] aren’t punks, they’re dreamy sweethearts who occasionally open their eyes to write majestic brilliance like [b]‘Never Follow Suit’[/b], whose baggy Balearic beat could be cheesy were it not for their delicious [b]Saint Etienne[/b]-like indolence. It’s a shame then that the rest of the record only teases with such promise, meandering around OMD hooks and submerged vocals without pushing them to the limits of their capabilities.
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