The East Anglian quintet, who emerged in 2018, promise ‘a slew of anthemic melodies, crunching alt-rock riffery and enthralling pop-punk’ that casts nods to Frank Carter, Alter Bridge and Deaf Havana on this four-song offering.
Which means it’s another plunderous package of identikit post-millennial alt-rock. I say ‘alt’, but it’s only ‘alt’ by virtue of not being R1. It’s ‘alt’ in the sense that tattoos and beards are ‘alt’.
I’m reminded of the lyrics to ‘It’s Saturday’ by King Missile: ‘I want to be different, Like everybody else I want to be like / I want to be just like all the different people’.
I don’t blame Dead Reynolds for their blind conformity: they were born into it, and it’s been this way for the last 20 years. Under capitalism, workers are confronted with the contradiction that we all reproduce the conditions of our own alienation, and by the same token, angst-filled under-30s will inevitably vent in the only way they know.
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No doubt this will speak to the band’s peers, and I hope it does. As a generation, they’ve got it tougher than I imaginable. It’s just a shame this is the best soundtrack they’ve got.
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