London W1 Madam Jo Jo's
A foxy-looking bunch of glam muppets.
For a foxy-looking bunch of glam muppets, King Adora are low on style and finesse and, to be honest, a bit ugly to be carrying on like this. Awkward in skinny jeans and a sort of sleeve thing made out of some old tights, singer Matt Browne is also making the fatal fashion error of wearing a heavy-metal T-shirt he bought in Top Shop. They make fellow Midlanders Slade look like The Velvet Underground.
There's none of the arch, cold beauty of Richey Manic or threatened violence and genuine sexy squirm of 'Nancy Boy'-era Placebo (two bands they profess to hate but seem to be copying). New single 'Big Isn't Beautiful' is the Adora take on the question of anorexia. All sleazy trite "bone on bone" fantasies, '4st 7lbs' it ain't.
To offset that, though, there's the barbed noise flooding from the stage. The Adora sound is essentially 'Bleach'-era Nirvana meets Crashland, particularly on 'Whether' and 'Bionic'. The thing is there's too little of it. After 20 minutes, they're forced to skulk offstage due to lack of material.
The real problem here is that there's no romance. King Adora are more likely to spill your chips as they try and knob you in the back of a night bus than take you out for a sophisticated meal for two. Singer Matt has built himself into an adolescent wet dream of how a rock star should appear and behave, but it's all so charmless. Before the closer 'Super Muff Diver' he apologises for the roughness of his voice, which he attributes to "too much muff-diving". Cheers.
Sadly for King Adora, these are more soulful times that belong to great songs and sensible haircuts. Tonight they're screaming loud, but the world isn't listening. It's too busy feeling queasy.
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