Sorry to burst anyone’s bubble, but “jungle,” arising primarily from black artists in the U.K., is the most significant musical innovation of the ’90s.
Youth Brigade are back and they have absolutely nothing new to say. Do they really expect to start a mass youth uprising by putting out another lousy album?
The goose-pimple sing-alongs of albums past are still there, but now they’re supporting such sentiments as “big birds flying overhead/ who gives a shit?”
Strapped Live features songs from the first two studio albums, and several new songs. The production is very good, with clear definition of instruments.
After few spins later, you’re enmeshed in their brilliance, these sumptuous melodies and smart, forlornly romantic trills permanently imprinted on your soul.
An unfettered delight, as warm and comforting as the sweater from whence they got their name, and as sweet as Nina Persson’s snow-bunny smile on the cover.