Reviewed by Eric Saeger
Jeez, man, the way this album was described, I was expecting something that wasn’t completely mediocre – “Abba pop with chainsaws”, I think it was. Instead, we get the remains of Seattle band Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head worrying away at the too-optimistic sounds of Los Campesinos and all those crappy Bowery Ballroom bands from 2 or 3 years ago – oh, and nu-rave, too, remember that? And post-punk Kaiser Chiefs sports-bar-rock, presented simply because one of that band’s producers is here collecting a leisurely pay check for re-murdering The Buzzcocks. If Abba-pop with chainsaws sounds like a K-Tel retrospective of 2008, then the head of the nail is hit with superhuman force here. Good frigid’ grief is this useless – lemme see your war face, okay, echo-boomers, or is a blank Skelanimal stare the best you can do?