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Irish rockers do their heroes proud with a blistering second album.

Posted by davidharfield on April 7, 2009

The Answer – Everyday Demons

Rock history is littered with underachievers, also-rans and would-be contenders but none quite so tragic as Terry Reid, a guitarist and singer of incredible talent who turned down lead singer spots in then-unknown bands Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple, opting instead to pursue a solo career that never really got off the ground.  His finest moment has to be Stay Me With Baby, a fragile whisper of a verse that leads to a canyon-sized chorus, rivalling anything Robert Plant and Jimmy Page were turning out at the time.  With Reid now well into his 60s, he is still purveying his unique brand of delicately howled rock and roll around venues that do not do his ‘Superlungs’ monicker justice; yet it must be a comfort for him to know that his influence is alive and kicking within the shape of Cormac Neeson, lead singer of Irish four-piece The Answer.

Demon Eyes starts the album as it means to go on, borrowing HIM’s Buried Alive By Love lead riff as Neeson’s Reid-esque wail sails over the harmonic cacophony beneath.  The band’s heavy metal stylings continue as Too Far Gone finds the band in head-banging heaven, the singer stuttering a high-octane tribute to Roger Daltrey, with the rest of the band clearly having a ball with crunching riffs that owe as much to latter-day bands such as Audioslave than to the vintage rockers like Black Sabbath that the band so clearly aim to emulate.

The lyrics rely heavily on rock and roll clichés, concerning good girls, bad girls and downright indecisive girls, (Why’d Ya Change Your Mind?) yet the visceral energy with which they are delivered protect them from criticism.  It’s an interesting paradox that lines such as, “the wings of emotion” and, “hammer to my broken heart” can attain such credibility when hollered through the Marlborough-sponsored lungs of a tattooed heavy metaller, yet the same lyrics would be so easily mocked when sung by a pop star…as with jokes, it seems it’s the way you tell (scream) them.

As Aerosmith and Guns And Roses have shown with Crazy and Patience, every heavy metal band has at least one beautiful love song in them, proving that underneath all the hair and tattoos there is a Valentino just crooning to get out.  An acoustic ballad certainly would have been a pleasant respite from the barrage of shredding and shrieking that permeates Everyday Demons; Comfort Zone is as close as they come to this, an epic paean to seizing the moment in the style of the stadium-sized pop-metallers Creed.

The whole album is a teenage rock fan’s fantasy; one can almost imagine the band listening to their own sound-check with ties wrapped around their heads, air-jamming on tennis rackets.  The cross-harp solo that closes Evil Man is pure Team America, showing that The Answer certainly have a sense of humour about their music.  Who knows, with the success that Everyday Demons should bring them, perhaps they could even help Terry Reid’s pension plans by offering him a support slot.

David Harfield

(http://www.roomthirteen.com/cd_reviews/9819/Answer__Everyday_Demons.html)

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Can one album contain too many anthems? The Race enter the running for indie’s next big thing.

Posted by davidharfield on April 7, 2009

The Race – In My Head It Works

It was almost a decade ago when a flurry of new bands all beginning with ‘The’ (Strokes, Hives, Libertines to name but a few) took Britain by storm, with their angular guitar-rock lighting inspirational fires inside their fans; now the new guard of ‘The’ bands (Kooks, Pigeon Detectives and of course, Race) have taken up the torch that their fore-bearers left burning.  The Race’s second album has little to offer in the terms of true innovation, the familiar quiet-loud-quiet song structures now relics of the 90′s, here updated with a tight yet slightly histrionic production value.  Nonetheless, their anthemic indie-rock shtick is definitely worth a listen if you need to fill the void before the new Arcade Fire album is released.

Begin introduces the album in a fairly innocuous fashion, with the band channelling Snow Patrol in every sense, their bloke-ishly sincere lyrics set to a casual distorted strum; unfortunately, the minute-long song is over before anything substantial can be derived from it.  This segues neatly into I Get It Wrong, a fantastic pop song, complete with Editors-esque screaming guitars and a chorus that borrows heavily from Band of Horses’ Weed Party.  Guitarist James Del Rio has clearly done his homework when it comes to creating epic effects, referencing everyone from Jonny Greenwood to The Yeah Yeah Yeah’s Nick Zinner, to create an orchestral wall of sound that excuses the song’s run-of-the-mill lyrics.

The aptly titled Rude Boy, contains all the swagger of The Charlatans’ The Only One I Know coupled with a laid-back groove evocative of The Stone Roses’ Fools Gold, resulting in an effortlessly cool club-thumping anthem, deeply set in the genre of chav-chic.  (Hard-Fi, take note.)  Moorwood is the longest song on the album and also the most indelible, flaunting the ‘short and sweet’ rule of the pop writers’ songbook.  Chiming guitars support the dual male/female vocals throughout the verse, before a sweeping chorus etches itself in the listeners’ deep unconscious, surely to re-emerge with a Proustian rush years from now.

In a twist of irony, the band’s effort to make every song into an anthem is actually counter-productive in creating a truly memorable album.  Aside from the fairly pedestrian opener, there are few resting moments for the listener to pause and take breath; the album concludes with cymbals and reverb still ringing in ears unable to distinguish which hook was from which tune. From the church-rock organ that lends Killer its eerily touching quality to the epic intimacy of See You Sunday, it is clear that The Race are thirsty drinkers from the Arcade Fire font; what they could also learn from Canada’s rock royalty is that sometimes, (just sometimes) less is more, as Neon Bible‘s title track so beautifully demonstrates.

The Race may be destined to finish runners-up in anthemic indie-rock, yet with all contestants producing such a high quality of music, it really is the taking part that counts.

David Harfield

(http://www.roomthirteen.com/cd_reviews/9841/Race__In_My_Head_It_Works.html)

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