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Post by The Curmudgeon on Dec 28, 2015 8:35:27 GMT 2
Sometimes the endless flow of information online is a bad thing. If I had only heard this song on the radio or on TV and NOT read up on it I'd probably like it a lot more than I do. The same thing happened with Noel Gallagher, who bought Jake Bugg's debut album (he's been featured on here before), and enjoyed the hell out of it. Then he started flipping through the CD booklet and noticed a few extra names alongside Bugg's on the song-writing credits. Bugg's record company had assigned him some professional song-writers, who had previously worked with X Factor stars etc, to help him on his album. Boom. Feel good moment ruined. This happened with me and this band. I'd never heard of them before, and going by Wikipedia they're doing far better in America than over here (top five on iTunes, Jimmy Fallon appearances), but this song was the soundtrack to a WWE live event and after hearing it 1000 times it had burrowed into my consciousness enough to like it. Here's the problem. The Struts paint themselves as a down and dirty old school rock and roll band. The video you're about to see would obviously like to see them back in the early 70's. All Jack Daniels for breakfast, flowery hatted groupies, big shades and big hair. There's not an iPhone in sight. Good times. But when you look up the song on Wikipedia you'll see a bunch of names that aren't in the band, and that it's another bunch of songwriters for hire that have their fingerprints all over it. The rest of the album doesn't look like that, but the Big Hit Single does. And...argh, it really sticks in my throat. I want to love this song, but I feel like I'm loving a lie. See what you think. youtu.be/ARhk9K_mviE
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Post by trashcanman on Jan 2, 2016 20:48:19 GMT 2
Well at least they look the part. Their sound is amusingly overproduced, though. I mean, just listen to that bass. No kick, just a warm fuzziness that whispers "I don't want to offend your delicate ears, sweetie!" And speaking of which, rock guitars should, you know....rock. Decent song, but corporate and inauthentic as fuck. Now I miss Lemmy even more.
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Post by The Curmudgeon on Jan 2, 2016 22:40:19 GMT 2
There's a scene in an excellent sitcom ("Saxondale") about a 70's roadie for all the classic rock bands now facing irrelevancy and old age in a modern world. He helps a Queen tribute act set up, and after the show he goes backstage expecting mayhem. One of them is on a laptop watching TV, the others on his phone and one is eating an orange. Their rock wigs are hung up on the door. That image pops up every time I watch this video.
Yeah, the temptation is over now that I'm not hearing it every week. Fuck this.
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