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by Blazers 66 Ok, so that whole Punk-Funk thing… you know the whole ‘we got produced by D.F.A, we’ve got a cow bell on our record’ thing…the whole ‘HOUSE OF….. JEALOUS LOOOVERZ’ thing. Well, it’s been a few years now, and basically the well has finally run dry. People have come and gone stretched the idea a bit in this way or that. But now it’s time to move on. The Klaxons have fused the uptight jerky punk thing with early rave ideas and it is in this vain that I bring you Men Women and Children. Formed from the ashes of Post Hardcore heroes Glassjaw (Todd Weinstock is on guitar duty here) Men Women and Children have taken the idea, run with it and found themselves stepping out into the flashing lights and shiny dancefloors of Monday night at Creation, or whatever your cheesy disco club happens to be called. Eros, Marilyn’s, Crystal Rooms…. You get the picture. Opening track, and first single ‘Dance in My Blood’ starts promisingly, all jerking guitars and driving drums, reminiscent of ‘Drive Like Jehu’ or ‘At The Drive-In’, but then the disco strings hit in and the hi-hat begins to kick. This pattern seems to continue, the whole disco repertoire is in there… synths programmed on a BBC basic, hand claps, falsetto and vocoders drench the album. You can see what was going through their minds and there are some genuinely good riffs in here, frustrated pieces of guitar creeping out of the corners, wanting to turn into something wonderful. But time after time they get crushed by a comedy disco ball falling on them. They aren’t helped by the classical emo-type vocals, the ones that sound as if the lead vocalist needs more bran in their diet, to keep them regular. In
their minds this band wanted to be the Mars Volta you could dance to,
what they’ve ended up sounding like is Fall Out Boy singing the
off cuts of Jamiroquai’s last record. Yes, it really is that bad! |
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