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| Is it us, or is the f-word becoming meaningless through repetition in today’s heady popscape? While Eamon and Frankee swear at each other from the top of the charts, like an insanely catchy version of a drunk couple on a nightbus, the world of “credible” music has recently thrown up “Who The Fuck?” by PJ Harvey and “Hey Fuck You” by the Beastie Boys. And now, into this potty-mouthed hullabaloo, stride Republic of Loose with their debut long-player boasting tracks entitled “Girl I’m Gonna Fuck You Up” and “Fuck Everybody”. How quaint. |
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Swearing, as we know, is neither big nor clever – and, conveniently, neither is this album. Bands never get their own influences right, do they? Republic of Loose reckon they sound like Michael Jackson and the Stones, but in fact their they come across more as a Village Saver version of the Chilli Peppers, with a bit of pseudo-Americana irony robbed off Alabama 3 thrown in for good measure (they’re from Dublin). Unfortunately, they pale in comparison to both of those bands. “…Fuck You Up” is, in fact, a highlight: a slinky organ-augmented tune in an FLC/Har Mar mould, but even that sounds more like a practice room dickabout than a single.
With the exception of a few similarly alright songs (notably the discoish “Tell More Lies”), the bulk of This is the Tomb of the Juice is derivative, lightweight blues-influenced funk rock which plods along monotonously. You can imagine being forced to listen to them at some Godforsaken festival somewhere at about 3 in the afternoon, drinking warm Carling and waiting for a decent band to come on. Well, I could, anyway.
Fucking rubbish. |
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| Mat Beal - 4/10 |
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