Tape Records’ policy of getting “bands we like” on board is most definitely a positive one. Check The Brute Chorus out as soon as you can.
Some great moments, and nothing particularly bad, but not entirely convincing as a unified statement.
Disco isn’t dead. Nutters in New York are going beserk to this, it’s high time we all did too.
That’s the best thing about Pendulum – they bring a very human face, and real warmth and personality, to drum and bass. Guitars, drums, bass, keys and voices all meld together with a definite edge for the hook, and for keeping a crowd bouncing along. On the odd occasions I got the space, I grooved and threw some shapes, although most of the time, we were all just jumping forward to worship the band, as always seems to happen.
Once again, Skinner has pulled off a coup – he’s made a realistic album, about the most unrealistic of lives, that of the celebrity. At least his celebrity is of the old fashioned kind: his talent and his art have made him popular and successful, and he is describing the crazy world in which that has catapulted him.