[review] West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum
Four years after its release. im still knee deep in Kasabian's self titled album. The album with that graphic. given that you've met me, there's a good chance you've seen on something i wore. Oh, have I turned this campaign into a crusade. that the album is underrated, whilst not underexposed as plentyhad been in too many commercials and TV promos/bumpers, etc. more in the uk than anywhere else. up to this second. (2009)
when they've released two more albums.
two?
yes. that means I've bypassed Empire almost completely. not because it's bad. not because it's forgettable. Because debut was so much more. its the pièce de résistance. (uh oh. fancy words. yes i googled this. too make this post just half lame)
then it goes the third album. Now where should i start.....
Serge in a shady interview pointed out "Sgt. pepper made music for the lonely hearts, and we're making music for lunatics" well, he did say it completely stoned.
but this time i sort of i hear shared 'Ahh' said in unison, regardless.
it's called West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum for a start.
in today's modern rock aphorism, dementia is rad.
That's all the emo kids are trying to make us believe. that they all are so much in the top of mental upheaval, so completely messed up that there's no way anybody else --except the Band, dude-- would possibly understand. and if i dont sing and cry while at it i'll strangle myself with my iPod cord and let you watch.
(than why do you yell ur arse off you pillock? sulk in ur room like other teenangst. sheesh. )
but, this post being : a. from me. b. not about Emo. Then,you've probably guessed that I'd put Meighan's singing spree so far at the other end.
Lunacy sounds sincere. and plain. and ..overpowering. and soulful. concise.
Brit angst rock has this tendency to sound pushy to the side of "being very angry at something. at everything. or at nothing"
at the suburbs. at the atm machines. at kebabs your employer is throwing at you.
well, they sound good alright. most of the time. but when there's someone like me, who live in a city like mine.
wtf?
i want to tell ppl to stop importing these music. but how the blegh?
so when you want to sing psychosis to the edge of entropy, and pain, and exasperation, give me real ones you think you know of.
i don't care if you're making things up. make it up like its completely awry.
im not sure Freud actually observed that many lunatics anyway. at some point he must have made something up, eh?
noises that wanting to represent weird buzzing sound you hear every time you feel like you're about to punch your own gut. that spasm every time you dodged real venom.
subconscious as an uncharted territory everyone should peek through, as no one's nailing down poles just yet.
hav a go at it. Take Aim
lord, should i start at Take Aim..... How did they do it?
More importantly how could Serge do it?
to make his presence so apparent more than ever before?
[but if i knew i would be there instead of here writing shoddy review would i?]
and all the while looking insanely hot. har har...
With the help of Dan the Automator maybe the answer. But i'd say not the only answer.
It also goes along with the role it plays. It is meant to "Sounds like Syd Barrett." slash early Pink floyd.
All i can say for the moment is that WRPLA is no music for the brokenhearted. The fact that I need abbreviate the title because it takes time to remember the whole train of words, should hint you to a greater complexity, far more than your average feel-good-listen-repeatedly record. it will disillusion you. sidetrack you. bash you with a massive sitar -not that they used any, but. erm, hardly my point- like you were the partypooper.
if you sulk in the corner tom's lulls and serge's riffs would just spit you in with psychedelic spit. ewh. maybe for some of you this is a good thing. or maybe not.
where did all the love go is a single for a reason. an anthemic single for a reason.
crammed with proletarian aggravations, to Get yourself a million miles From the concrete jungle because The rivers of the pavement Are flowing now with blood.
Whereas Underdog is the new reason is treason. in a more resistant mob kind of way.
-can i just slip one note that meighan look SSOOO much better with short hair. i dont like guys with silkier hair than i--
When a friend would say Empire is just OK. I'd say don't make the same mistake of mine. Their album mostly need time for digesting. This might apply to Thick as Thieves, see pass the chanty lalalalas, its riddled with well, pretty riddles. metafiction. or just dope. you make the pick.
check :
There we were thick as thieves
Frightened by shadows and the autumn leaves
And it's a nice show
The ones we perform
Performing them day and night
and if you happen to see the song list and were not curious of how a song called Vlad the Impaler would effing sound like than you gotta be lying your socks off.
it's Beasty boys if they found Leicester just a tad interesting. and if they meet Led Zeppelin on their way there. and decided to talk about heretics with random beings. just to decide to 'get loose get loose' that this time it might do you good to stand on the side of the enemies. or what they think is the enemy.
The trip ends with Happiness which was a ballad not fit around anything that's in this album. That, and the song that bears [two fifth] of the album's name. that also bears the name of actress Rosario Dawson doing a bit of a narration thingy.
and that Krautrock in the form of Swarfiga. are about the only thing that made me winced a bit even after several playback
but i would still say this is the greatest pack of songs coming from my favourite band. well, not all time but its somewhere up there.
[i would safely say they're my most fav. band coming from, erm, east midlands. [eh?] ]
its like these guys signed up for life in the asylum, and decided to put out a last circus for anyone that cared. or not. [doubt they did ]
I'm just worried they'll somehow decide to sober up.
If you cared squat about what i've been writing for a thousand or so characters,
then i'd just ask you to go buy the damn album.
it's one of those album that whether you love it or loath it, it'll just definitely stick out amongst your cds like a sore thumb.
THERE..
finally got everything off my chest. Now i can get back to the damn album in peace.
and maybe hear out Happiness from another askew point of view.