25 February 2010

Rush To Relax

There's been a lot of type-talk going on in douche-land ( I should know, I live there), Re: Tom Hawking's review of the new Eddy Current Suppression Ring Album, Rush To Relax. Woah, long opening sentence. Lucky Norman Mailer's dead or else I'd be fugged...

I love a good debate about music, especially when a review gets people's backs up. Hawking's review does a good job. I agree with him for the most part, except his lamentation that ECSR don't push themselves to do something different/risky. This whole thing of the band 'limiting themselves' is garbage. ECSR play dumb rock n roll, it's not high Art. When you over intellectualise dumb things, they lose their original joy and just become collateral in the great art debate. If ECSR don't want to go in a dub-step direction, that's fine with me. If they do, I'd be keen to hear it.

What's wrong with bands that rest on their laurels and make the same record twice? How many versions of Ned Kelly did Sidney Nolan paint again?

Hawking also took a swipe at Brendan Huntley's 'self-consciously ingenuous lyrics' suggesting they are the album's weakest moments. Really? Huntley's lyrical sincerity and style are one of ECSR's more appealing factors. His simple couplets are fine with me Tom; he's not Keats you know. The list below are almost all the couplets Huntley utters on Rush To Relax. I'm not sure why they're there. I'm sticking up for him I suppose.

Nails/Fail
Blind/Mankind
Fence/Silence
Situation/Conversation
You/Do
Sails/Rails
Home/Own
Brain/Explain
Chest/Express
Inside/Hide
Up/Stuck
Head/Said
Pours/Snore/Ignored
Had/Bad
Mum/Dad
Mail/Fail/Sale
Receive/Leave/Sleeve
Depressed/Stressed/Rest
Fuse/News/Confused
Feet/Leap/Cheap (?)
Man/Hand
Bus/Trust
Coat/Hope
Be/Me
Fight/Right
Street/Feet
Flat/ Hat/Mat/Cat
Eat/Meat
Eyes/Arise
Wall/ Fall
Jerk/Work
Cry/Lie
You/Too
Return/Earned/Burn
Turn/Learn/Burn
Song/Wrong
Fault/Halt
Expression/Depression
Right/Bright
Mind/Fine
Past/Glass
Stand/Hand/Grand
Demand/Land/Grand
Rest/Breath
Back/Relax

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