Tightly-crafted, filled with solos, chunky rhythms, and one of the better bassists in some time. The singer has a great range and a strong sense of harmony.
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.