EP Review: Detroit Social Club – Kiss The Sun EP
(Posted at ThisIsFakeDiy.com)
Kasabian may only be toddlers in terms of rock, but they’ve already inspired legions of slack-jawed, wannabe stadium rockers – take Detroit Social Club, who are so inexplicably devoted to emulating Kasabian’s dunderheaded stadium swagger, even their band name’s alternate acrostic ‘Defy Social Control’ reeks of Meighan’s trademark simplistic, watered-down take on social anarchism.
The EP kicks off less than promisingly; ‘Kiss The Sun’s stabbing guitars and squalling reams of industrial clanking conjure up an almost-exciting air of growing menace never fully actualised on the song’s lacklustre, painfully hubristic chorus.
‘Kiss The Sun’s overblown bark is better than it’s painfully anti-climactic bite – it threatens visceral, fearfully bairnstorming indie rock, but in reality it’s all deathly dour. And in the end, Burn’s hubris is his downfall – he is incapable of playing a song without swathing it in faux-krautrock production build-up, making his limp, beery choruses all the more insulting.
But there’s diamonds (however grimy) in the rough – ‘Black & White’ is a surprising anomaly to this otherwise piss-poor EP; Burn’s unwieldy growl – while seemingly bland on the pale-faced imitations of rock which make up the rest of this EP – takes on a glorious life of it’s own on ‘Black & White’, who’s willowy, bluesy structure – unfettered by the limp, embarrassing choruses which plague every other track on the EP – allows Burn’s to display his considerable pipes to wondrous effect.
On ‘Kiss The Sun’ Burns manages to retain some of his dignity, and surprisingly comes across as a fairly decent musician – there’s no denying that there’s considerable strength in his voice, if only he’d unchain it from its lad-rock shackles – but this EP serves no attraction whatsoever to any music fans whose idea of a good concert isn’t bolshing around in a grimy, Godforsaken pit with a hundred other sweaty men spilling lager on their heads.
In fact, I can’t imagine anyone wanting to listen this EP apart from hardcore Oasis fans, inexplicably pining the Gallagher’s dubious, loutish charm – but even the most thick-skulled cretin of a music fan won’t be able to glean any kind of enjoyment from Detroit Social Club’s insipid pastiche of stadium rock.