Think poetry and punk don’t mix? That spoken word is pretentious? You’re right, but that doesn’t stop Mick Farren and Jack Lancaster from trying something new.
This one-liner/fragment approach broaches all the right subjects: Women’s rights (good), government (bad), modern society (sucks). Once in a while, it clicks.
Despite being a perfectly good band, Lucky Me can’t stay with eerie beauty or outbursts of freakish energy. They stick with an annoyingly muddy middle.
Laurels play a peculiar brand of loud art-rock, so dark and powerful that it’s hardly a surprise that it’s been apportioned out mostly in the small doses.