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The Death of Nightlife

Label: Fantastic Plastic

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Starting off an album with the bland but simultaneously enchanting ‘Pass the Hat Around’ could immediately put off an army of fans with its groan filled choruses; however the remainder of the album not only enlightens but grips even the most pessimistic of listeners.  

‘Idle Chatter’ with its bolshy delivery and knee trembling drums combined with its memorizing vocals would resuscitate even the weakest old dear from the brink of heavens gates. ‘Kite Eating’ although similar to the aforementioned track has an underlying computer game like effect intertwined within in its body which not only awakens the listener but enthrals. 

A definite highlight of the album comes in the shape of ‘Hospital Drama’. Tom Denney serenades listeners with a blast of “we went to the party spelt P-I-T-Y’ providing an essential taste of realism in a somewhat upbeat high paced song. With declarations of “I lost my insides a year ago” it will indeed spur youngsters on to commit the same demeanour no doubt causing riots wherever played whilst having the potential to be labelled as the perfect accompaniment to mass drinking sessions at local indie discos.  

Although at times the band sounds similar to a down-graded Horrors without the attitude to go to the wire, above all this is a good effort. This album shines through with systematic rays of sheer brilliance through its blistering pace and insane rhythm in the form of ‘1 Thing the Records Stopped’.  

At times however, this record is too much to process in one sitting as often the songs mould into one with the same pulsating attack from all angles resulting in it being hard to hear clearly what message is being translated. 

With subtle tinges of New Rave on a few of the insane beat openings of several tracks from ‘Box of Delights’ to ‘All of the Stars’ it is evident that the band are covering this genre without delving to deeply. Ticking off the commercial list of what will appeal to Generation X seems to have been clearly considered throughout the creative process of this album. From the glaring screamo elements of Enter Shikari, the High octane New Rave-esque track introductions, right through to the obvious chaotic climax of songs similar remenisant to that of The Horrors it seems it is hard to define where the band actually lie in terms of being genre specific.  

However if you stop trying to define actually what it is the band are trying to achieve you may be able to enjoy it for what it is – a damn good indie/pop lightly hardcore tinged dynamic record. - Kimberley Owen