Well, I’m not really sure what to make of that title, but that’s fine; the world is a better place with a bit of mystery in it. The music? Well, that’s a bit easier to make sense of. Most of the time anyway.
If people, hopefully, become more interesting, wiser, and more broad-minded as they age, then this is the sound of rock and roll music doing just that. It might be a well-established genre, one based on some recognizable core tenets – groove, power, attitude, swing, but having been around for such a long time means that you get to learn, adopt, adapt and evolve, and Elbows Don’t Have Eyes is the sound of rock, as interpreted by The Stolen Moans doing just that.
If “The King of Claws” starts things off without ruffling too many rock and roll feathers, after that, you’re on your own. “More” is a funky, R&B-infused, kick-ass blues growler “Trees V3” is a darkwave digital disco dirge, a killer dancefloor murder ballad, and “Pu Num Tu” starts as if it is a chorus line piece from “South Pacific” before descending into the depths of hell then coming back again… several times.
There are new takes on the rock and roll sound, “Dada Catapult” is alt-alt-alt-rock for the post-post-post hardcore generation of the post-genre world, and “Our Song” is blistering punk meets garage rock. But what lies between these rock and roll reinventions are the songs that are less about exploring new genres but rather knocking them flat and rebuilding them as almost unrecognizable anagrams of their former selves.
Rock reinvention? Absolutely…but so much more than that too. Anyway, you work it out from here. I need to lie down for a while.
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