Look, I love lo-fi shit and I love The Smiths and The Stooges too and I was mad keen on The Wedding Present too back in the mid 90s but c’mon, it’s 2014 and every week I must get a dozen releases that sit under the category of lo-fi garage indie and that nab bits off The Smith or (less often) The Wedding Present. Deathcats do all three, and of course, crank up the guitars so they sound a bit grungey, like Dinosaur Jr and / or The Pixies and of course, Pavement. Same as every other band going. Please, quit raiding your parents’ record collections and do something different, you fuckers! You’re making me feel even older than I already am! It’s ironic that the sound of the generation gap is a recreation of the music of 20, 25, 30, 35 years ago. Where’s the imagination?
‘Jaguar’ sounds like ‘Box Elder’ sped up and with bigger, ballsier guitars, washing the vocal definition away in a tide of reverb, while ‘Danny Dyer’ is a pulverising, reverb-soaked garage explisoion.The puntastic ‘Danny DeNeato’ is a squalling rush of feedback and echo atop a naggingly motorik beat and ‘Dissertation’ sees the band plunge headlong into garage rock. Well done.
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Let’s be clear here: there’s nothing actually wrong with ‘All Hail Deathcats’: they’ve got some decent tunes and they attack them with a genuine passion and some big, blustery guitars. But... fuck. Yeah, just... fuck.
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