God, it's been such a long time since I felt like this about music. Not just because of the Shook Ones record, but just a lot of the stuff I've been listening to has been somewhat renovating my gradually diminishing interest in anything critically good. I suddenly feel like there's about 500 hundred records I need to listen to, right now. It's a good feeling.
Shook Ones are from the same place as Death Cab, but are about a thousand times more rocking, proving a band's birthplace makes about as much difference to their sound as my birthplace does to my intelligence (I love you really Essex). To be honest, Sixteen was an extremely passable record, but I thought there was something kinda lacking. Far from rejecting this band because of their more than slight resemblance to Kid Dynamite, I fucking embrace it, Kid Dynamite are over, AND I WASN'T READY. Anything that sounds like them is fine by me, as long as it's done well.
So, The Unquotable A.M.H is, in short, fucking colossal. I think it's precisely 10.5 times better than Sixteen AND Facetious Folly Feat. There's nothing wrong with an incremental rise in a band's awesomeness in my books, it makes total sense. The highlights of the record are probably 'Equal Opportunity Insults' and 'For Flannel'. The former has a fucking wicked riff towards the end, the latter is just catchy as hell vocals wise.
I have to admit, one of the highest things on my agenda for a record is almost always catchiness, which, admittedly seems to go hand in hand with poppiness. I can't deal with records you have to work hard to appreciate. On the first listen, I was already in love with this album, and yep, it's their poppiest yet. Whatever, shoot me. I'll die happy, because I've listened to this.
That's all I have time for tonight because I'm bloody knackered.
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