French Glam-Rockers SPARKLING BOMBS purvey searing, feedback-heavy tunes with the gain turned up and the drummer often in fits of apoplexy during the 7 tracks on offer here. Lipstick on, and V-shaped guitar at the ready, I preened myself for the onslaught and waited..
Their c’est la vie attitude to everyday living is spiced with positive thoughts (‘The end of the day is not the end of it all’ they assure us), but, erm…the levels of cheese defy gravity here. All of them sound like they are in reasonable command of their respective instruments, but the booming sound is muddy overall, which suggests not.
The 'exploration' of gender bending in ‘Silver Bohemian Boy’ is clumsy, and ‘Glitter Riot’ isn’t really gonna endear them to folk is it? Did nobody tell them this is no longer cool? There are times when if I didn’t know better, I’d hang them for listening to The Darkness, hailing the new glam revival, and having it there and then.
|
Typical of the tongue-in-cheek-ness we’re dealing with here, they finish with an acoustic track, but you know what? ‘Trust In Dust’ comes ‘sans’ rock posturing, and other bullshit, and reveals the singer to have a decent voice, and the song to have soul.
It’s a pity that trusting in dust is what Sparkling Bombs are doing. There’s a band underneath the bullshit, but you’ll have to listen up good
|
