This Newcastle-spawned, Brighton-based quartet had a sound to match their invective. Drawing on the likes of Nirvana, Queens of The Stone Age, Melvins, The Beatles, The Stooges and Kyuss for source material, theirs is off-kilter pop music wrapped up in a barbed-wire body bag, dunked in honey and left out in a woodland clearing for the feral beasts to peck and pick apart. Heavy, heady and with a set of snarling teeth. Demob Happy’s debut album Dream Soda (released through SO Recordings on October 2nd) is a collection of contrasts: tough and tender, melodic and malevolent. Sweet and sour. It is also, by turns, groinal, narcotic, nervy, festering, ferocious, hirsute, thrusting, laconic, lascivious and turbo-charged. It is a concept album without contrivance, one in which we’re treated to sci-fi-inspired sounds and dystopian messages disguised beneath sexy, shiny hooks and a silver lining. Here are sounds reminiscent of Josh Ho...
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This Newcastle-spawned, Brighton-based quartet had a sound to match their invective. Drawing on the likes of Nirvana, Queens of The Stone Age, Melvins, The Beatles, The Stooges and Kyuss for source material, theirs is off-kilter pop music wrapped up in a barbed-wire body bag, dunked in honey and left out in a woodland clearing for the feral beasts to peck and pick apart. Heavy, heady and with a set of snarling teeth. Demob Happy’s debut album Dream Soda (released through SO Recordings on October 2nd) is a collection of contrasts: tough and tender, melodic and malevolent. Sweet and sour. It is also, by turns, groinal, narcotic, nervy, festering, ferocious, hirsute, thrusting, laconic, lascivious and turbo-charged. It is a concept album without contrivance, one in which we’re treated to sci-fi-inspired sounds and dystopian messages disguised beneath sexy, shiny hooks and a silver lining. Here are sounds reminiscent of Josh Homme’s Desert Sessions had he traded Grade A weed for cheap hash and held them in window-smashing house parties on suburban English streets, Tame Impala at their heaviest or perhaps Kurt Cobain at his sneering, sardonic best. They offer prog rock complexity, but none of the excess. Demob Happy stick a tongue in your ear and a hand down your pants. Primarily they are here to make you dance.
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