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Rating: I just can't do it.
I know I should avoid the NME pages like the plague, but punctually, out of habit or boredom, I go and take a look, if only to read what's happening across the Channel, where, like it or not, the rock industry is always among the most influential, a kind of traditional, folkloric, and indispensable element in life in Albion. I read this name, Larrikin Love, different from the usual "The .....s", and I discover that for them, the NME has coined a new label, the Thamesbeat! And what might that be? I delve deeper, perplexed and doubtful, suspecting yet another joke, but I don't give up, attracted by the news that none other than Patrick Wolf, author of the splendid "Magic Position," is among the guests. I decide to get it, without spending, just in case I discard it or at most park it, until the next new sensation.
Play: forget Thamesbeat, this is classic punk with a reggae twist (pardon the Thames), clearly Clash-inspired, already proposed in various forms by the Doherty boys, but with something extra that sets them apart. The LL instill with a simple, never banal approach touches of vaguely gypsy violin, turning the sound towards folk territories, bringing them closer to the Pogues, especially in "Fall at the Feet of Rea". The first two singles ("Six Queens" and "Edwould"), rightly placed at the start after a brief intro, immediately showcase their ability to manipulate the ingredients, smoothly transitioning from wild punk to reggae and carefree folk. In "Downing Street Kindling", there’s a cry out to England that has nothing more to offer, because everything the author loves came before 1984, wishing for a bonfire in Westminster with the Downing Street door. "Well, Love Does Furnish a Life", a Brit-pop song that draws from the Smiths tradition, completes the picture of a sort of banner-waving revivalist desire for an era, the eighties, so dear to ours and which, even today, continues to make the hearts of those conceived in those years beat.
In the end, a pleasant album, that flows smoothly and quickly, for a total of eleven tracks and thirty-three minutes, in the name of genuine fun, between a pogo, an ass shaking, and a deliberately nostalgic pause. An unexpected and thus welcome surprise, for those who are tired and saturated with an increasingly monothematic landscape, which has become lately the popular rock made in UK. Not necessary but enticing.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Six Queens (02:31)
I'm the sixth queen
I'm the wrong queen
I've got mascara running through my bloodstream
I'm on the hot step
I've got a broken heart
I want to be a cherry lipped little cheap tart
There's a boy with a monobrow and club foot
And his family own all his villages huts
So I'll travelled to New York
And sold my crotch for a dollar and a short
But there's a symphony in my heart
And I've lost all my morals
Down an alleyway, boot polish, sky gaze
Bloody murder, my life has moved in strangeways
I was the sixth queen from the start
But I cast all my morals
On a tube train, boot polish, sky gaze
Bloody murder my life has moved in strangeways
I've got secrets trapped in my fishnets
I'm a coward man that works in an office block
I was a child who craved for a new world
I was a boy who yearned to be a cover girl
I learnt the history, and read about the six queens
I decided life should be about playing for the other team
I broke society wit a lipstick shot
Now my life has grown for old to hot
But there's a symphony in my heart
And I've lost all my morals
Down an alleyway, boot polish, sky gaze
Bloody murder, my life has moved in strangeways
I was the sixth queen from the start
But I cast all my morals
On a tube train, boot polish, sky gaze
Bloody murder my life has moved in strangeways
But theres a tragedy in my heart
But I've lost all my morals
Down an alleyway, boot polish, sky gaze
Bloody murder, my life has moved in strangeways
I was the sixth queen from the start
But I cast all my morals
On a tube train, boot polish, sky gaze
Bloody murder my life has moved in strangeways
03 Edwould (03:20)
I've penned your poison 1000 times
You think you're mighty, I believe you're a swine
You're a disgusting child and everyone thinks so
I'm confused about how I want to be, am I you or are you me
A whisper will shout down most of my ego
So tell me, when the night moves slow, do your green shades grow
Is it jealousy or an ago?
Are you really, really that witty, when you're sitting at home being pretty clipping your nails with my old man?
See me, I'm not Edward, I've never been Edward
Darling I'm just a mere mistake
But I stay free! If i'm not Edward, i'll never be Edward
So Eddie is just a chance to be fake!
So you sit down and order a pint, do you want a friend or do you want a fight?
I can see the tears behind your fist
You may think this is just a joke, a little joke to promote my own
But darling, its the most truth your ears know!
So tell me, when the night moves slow, do your green shades grow
Is it jealousy or an ago?
Are you really, really that witty, when you're sitting at home being pretty clipping your nails with my old man?
See me, I'm not Edward, I've never been Edward
Darling I'm just a mere mistake
But I stay free! If i'm not Edward, i'll never be Edward
And Eddie is just a chance to be fake!
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