RAZORLIGHT – IN THE
MORNING (MERCURY/VERTIGO)
This record is such a
stinking piece of shit. It represents
everything that is wrong with modern guitar music and what is sold to youth
culture and indie rock. The band itself
is bad enough, a real limp dick proposition playing guitars that feed so low
down the mix they are barely present.
It is a gesture that seems as if the band is almost frightened of their
instruments as all focus is put onto the words of the wiggling frontman that is
saying absolutely nothing at all.
Briefly I heard this band and Johnny Borrell mentioned in the same
breath as Kurt Cobain. And briefly I
became depressed knowing that all was lost as a result.
So now, here we have
this: “In The Morning”. Over the years
Oasis may have stolen wholesale from The Beatles, Kasabian have tried to be
everyone and Coldplay turned into Level 42 but no degree of pinching was ever
as flagrant as this. “In The Morning”
is musically an unofficial three-minute version of “Marquee Moon” by
Television.
What do I care? Well, probably because people know this and
do not know and acknowledge the original.
These "cool licks" that people are eating up, they are stolen
goods. And this is a band dining off
the royalties. There needs to be
justice.
Razorlight is a band
that is so utterly fucking shit. Taken
from their second album, this single was released as a seven-inch and two CD
singles. That means somewhere; some
poor fucker kids are buying this three times on top of wasting their parents’
money on the album as well. This is how
economy fails, how nations go bankrupt.
Why do people buy inferior products, cheap (and not so cheap) knock offs
without question? Why do people just
roll over and die? This is modern youth
culture. And Razorlight has to be held
responsible to some degree. They serve
no purpose.
Do I really need to
listen to this song again to review it?
OK, first let me do so without music.
Reading the lyrics, the words are quite removed from those of Tom
Verlaine. The first line goes “I don’t
know what I’m doin’ wrong”. Ripping off
Television perhaps? “The songs on the
radio sound the same, everybody just looks the same” – take a look in the
fucking mirror!
However things perk up
for the boy: “last night was so much fun”.
Suddenly it seems he realised he is rich and managed to snag some sex
(“now your sheets are dirty”). That or
he shit the bed, which is a plausible theory backed up by his next question:
“remember when you were young”. Then
menacingly he goes on about not “remembering a thing in the morning”. Is this suddenly a song about blacking out?
Eventually the lyrics
fully turn to mush as the line “are you really gonna do it this time?” appears
uttered twenty times (according to the lyric sheet I am reading off the internet). Who this guy, fucking Rain Man?
On that note let me
take this to the MTV focused video. It
begins in a dead room and the drummer taking his seat behind the kit. I once showed this guy where the toilet was
at a place where I worked but that’s another story. With that the music begins with the stolen trademark (should be
trademarked) “Marquee Moon” noodle.
Then comes the vacant expression of a gormless tool. Hello Mr Lead Singer with your misguided
enthusiasm. From here blankets are
lifted to reveal further blank embodiment and a dead social club inhabited by
zombies. Even the band acknowledges
this is its advance. Then arrives the
“Marquee Moon” breakdown/bridge followed by more Verline-esqe noodling until it
all ends with the band making out like crap bandits, shysters to the end.
If music is to ever
recover, ever crawl out its current slump, shit such as this must be
exterminated.
Also the more gifted
but less recognised Built To Spill already did a far superior single called “In
The Morning”. Can’t this band even
come up with original song titles?
And finally with two
major labels attached to the sleeve: THIS BAND IS AND NEVER WAS INDIE!
Thesaurus moment:
fraud.
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