It kicks off with a suite of five pretty impressive songs. The stop-start rhythms and kitchen-sink arrangement of “Novocaine For the Soul” are entertaining.
There’s a shitload of loners, losers, perverts, and weirdos who need to know which music will spice up the idiosyncratic flavors of their particular sex lives.
Intended to be the kinda album a swingin’ bachelor (with a good education, a solid day job and well-polished shoes) would throw on the hi-fi on Friday nights.
Remember “Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone?” Veldt seem dead set on recreating the same kind of wonderbread euro-alterna-soul that made my dentist a rich man.
The concept is supplemented by serious no-frills garage pop/rock, managing to avoid any conceptual art-wank pretense through aggression and solid songwriting.
Hey, this guy’s voice sounds just like David J. from Bauhaus/Tones on Tail/Love and Rockets! Wow, this guy is just as pretentious as David J. from Bauhaus/Tones on Tail/Love and Rockets!
They may have drawn direct inspiration from Thurston and Co., but there’s no blueprint for the kind of dynamics and intensity that Chune have to offer.
Others bands have explored this realm, but none so completely. In their world, it never stops raining. And, some days, you just don’t want an umbrella.