Fluff and Toenails: Mainstream Media, Indie Opinion

Above all of the fluff and the toenails floats a melody, some rhythms, flickering pictures, a sensation to be had. Capture it in your computer, buy it on your high street or cram it in your senses from hijacked radio waves. Our subject is everywhere so let us pick at it like a favourite scab.

Monday will find me blogging on TV, Thursday on Film and the Weekends on Music.

Saturday 30 April 2011

Why The Wombats are a Fine Blue Cheese to Jeff Buckley’s Baby Bell

The Wombats 9/10 & 2/10


I would like you to consider cheese...

Are you thinking of cheese?

Good. Then we may continue.

If you are picturing a nice expensive mature blue cheese then good on you. If you’re not then why not! I asked you to consider cheese and you have done what exactly? Thought of Tesco Cheddar? A cheese string? A fucking baby bell? To be honest if this is you then you probably have self-esteem issues and you should spend the time that you would have spent reading this review finding out how to get that sorted.

Anyway the Wombats new album ‘This Modern Glitch’ is a little like that cheese. Everyone knows that a good cheese matures with age, (Bad cheese just goes off and an undisturbed baby bell will outlive us all making us look like a right bunch of tasteless twats when the alien archaeologists start poking around our long dead planet) once purchased and sitting in your fridge the cheese starts a further micro maturing process. Stage One: Stinky Blue Cheese, Stage Two: A Manly Cheese and Stage Three 3: Stinking mush. The time lapse between stage two and three can be as little as a couple of hours and it is this great cheese divide that the Wombats album straddles.

I wanted to write this review now so that I would still have nice things to say about the poptastic choruses, witty lyrics, narrative approach to song writing and ever present vocal harmonies aware as I was that after more than a few hours of play (about 6 listens) the album trans mutates into a big pile of over played chart stink.

So enjoy it while you can the antithesis being listen number three when you are weirdly convinced that the album is one of the best pop albums of the decade whilst being simultaneously aware that the next listen will smash this illusion.

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