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defrogI’ve half-joked in the past that it seems the only new music I like these days is either by bands with at least 30 years experience, or bands that copy them.
Not only is that proving true in 2012, but it seems this is the year that a number of old bands are reconvening after decades of inactivity to record new albums as if to show people how it's done.
That’s nothing new – these days almost everyone who isn't The Smiths is getting back together for one reason or other. But more often than not, their new material struggles to live up to their classic stuff.
Which brings us to Public Image Ltd.
They're back with a new record financed by John Lydon’s butter adverts. It's the proverbial mixed bag – a few tracks live up to the old PIL (which is impressive considering Lydon’s the only original member present), but the others, while good, aren’t really registering. They may grow on me, though.
On the flip side, you have Redd Kross, back after 15 years and are still obsessed with Hollywood trash rock to somewhat glorious effect. I don't have the album yet, but I like what I'm gearing so far.
And on a slight tangent, I should also mention The Cult, who are also back with a new album, and while it's only been five years since the last one, Ian Astbury had said that one would actually be the last one. And The Cult has been on hiatus at least twice in their long career. And I haven't really listened to any of their albums since Sonic Temple. So I'm just going to slip them in here.
And I can I just say I'm really digging the new album Choice Of Weapon.
That's something I never expected to type – partly because I thought they peaked with Electric. But I admit I never would have tried the new album ifbedsitter23 hadn’t alerted me that it was worth checking out.
And it is. It’s not as essential as Electric, and Ian Astbury still injects the usual cheesy clichéd imagery into his lyrics (“behold a grey horse” indeed). But that’s part of their charm, really.
At this rate, it’s going to be nothing but geezers in my end-of-year Top 10 list.
Grumpy old(er) men,
This is dF
Not only is that proving true in 2012, but it seems this is the year that a number of old bands are reconvening after decades of inactivity to record new albums as if to show people how it's done.
That’s nothing new – these days almost everyone who isn't The Smiths is getting back together for one reason or other. But more often than not, their new material struggles to live up to their classic stuff.
Which brings us to Public Image Ltd.
They're back with a new record financed by John Lydon’s butter adverts. It's the proverbial mixed bag – a few tracks live up to the old PIL (which is impressive considering Lydon’s the only original member present), but the others, while good, aren’t really registering. They may grow on me, though.
On the flip side, you have Redd Kross, back after 15 years and are still obsessed with Hollywood trash rock to somewhat glorious effect. I don't have the album yet, but I like what I'm gearing so far.
And on a slight tangent, I should also mention The Cult, who are also back with a new album, and while it's only been five years since the last one, Ian Astbury had said that one would actually be the last one. And The Cult has been on hiatus at least twice in their long career. And I haven't really listened to any of their albums since Sonic Temple. So I'm just going to slip them in here.
And I can I just say I'm really digging the new album Choice Of Weapon.
That's something I never expected to type – partly because I thought they peaked with Electric. But I admit I never would have tried the new album if
bedsitter23 hadn’t alerted me that it was worth checking out. And it is. It’s not as essential as Electric, and Ian Astbury still injects the usual cheesy clichéd imagery into his lyrics (“behold a grey horse” indeed). But that’s part of their charm, really.
At this rate, it’s going to be nothing but geezers in my end-of-year Top 10 list.
Grumpy old(er) men,
This is dF
