Single Review – Catfish And The Bottlemen – Cocoon

Someone obviously enjoys reading my rants about these guys so here I am again, to review their latest track ‘Cocoon’ from their upcoming album The Balcony. This time I hope they’ve stumbled across some originality, imagination or dynamism as opposed to every other piece of beige clad, guitar simplicity I’ve heard before. It opens in a typical mindless thrashing fashion plucked straight from 2001. It then goes on to go about a floating piece of Indie pop and then a Mumford-like tumble on the bridge section and then back into the lethargic predictability of a swooning Indie chorus with the cascading riffs and the sweeping backing vocals. To be fair this is the closest to any musical creativity they’ve ever came notwithstanding the blatant guitar solo and stomp-like finish. The only way I can see if this is enjoyable is if you’ve been in a cave on mars with your fingers in your ears since 1984. In desperation their PR have labelled them heroes of guitar music, but as far as I’m concerned they are it’s nemesis. Batting away any new ideas and showing guitar music to be plain and outdated so the sooner that tag is dropped the better.


Single Review – Catfish and The Bottlemen – Fallout

This single came the way of my inbox and I noticed that this is apparently the hottest record in the world right now, according to Zane Lowe. That caught me off guard a little to say the least. Now I know that over the last few days that their behaviour has been controversial to say the least and some debates are still on going about them but regardless of whether you’re a feminist, a devoted believer in the band or whatever misconceptions of contradictions people want to throw at each other… Their actions are wrong and pretty derogatory. Plain and simple though I won’t let that be a judge on their music but given my review of ‘Pacifier’ last year then don’t expect a glittering endorsement.

The song opens with the soft edged thump from the percussion and the simple strikes of the guitar before it jangles and jungles it’s way into the chorus and Van McCann’s impression of the Kooks trying to sound like The Strokes turns into more of a Johnny Borrell scream, which even Johnny Borrell wouldn’t be too impressed with. The guitars really don’t seem to have much if any purpose and it’s only the crashing percussion that gives the song any signs of life. This track is even more unoriginal and beige-like than ‘Pacifier’ was and it makes the perceived arrogance of Van very unfounded. Bringing back on point; this song has been plucked from 2004 and this is a song I might have enjoyed as a nine year old but come on… think for yourselves… nothing new or intriguing and even the delivery is so tame. The only thing I can say is listen to ‘Pacifier’ as it’s a mild improvement.  

Single Review – Catfish and the Bottlemen – Pacifier

The four above are from Llandudno in Wales and are THE stereotypical British indie band. Or whatever mutation of indie we’re at now in 2013. If you’d like a quick judgement they’re halfway between Arctic Monkeys c.2006 and The 1975. ‘Pacifier’ has the typical rotating riffs with the little trail coming off it and the large, distorted strikes of the guitar over the top along with the cymbal-heavy percussion in some vague attempt to fill the sound. I could lose count at the numerous times this has been done since about 1993. Every influence I hear is coming from everything that had ran its course around seven years ago. The fact the seem to paint their influences on their foreheads is little comfort for it either. This sound has been worn down to dust now and if you want to plug your influences then do it with some creative twist please! That’s paying a better homage to them then blatantly mirroring them. What they do lack in creativeness and imagination, they make up for in energy and the slight quirks of the lyrics in this song. I bet this track sounds great live or at a club and I’m sure they transfer this energy to their audience too. But in terms of advancing music in any way shape or form; they don’t.

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