The Bohicas – The Making Of

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The Bohicas – The Making Of

The making of what?  The album?  The title references the making of itself?  What in the name of all that is holy does that even mean?

It doesn’t matter.  Let’s talk about what does matter:  the utter mediocrity on display on this English indie band’s debut album.

The album starts off promisingly enough.  “I Do It For Your Love” kicks out a riff that recalls early Cars in all their stiff glory.  Then Dominic McGuiness starts singing and it all falls down.  He is easily the most uninspired frontman I’ve heard in weeks.  The music on display is at least muscular, if rather generic.  It’s equal parts Strokes and Strokes wannabes – that is to say, it’s largely indistinguishable from everything else on alternative radio.  Is it the Kaiser Chiefs?  Two Door Cinema Club?  The Vaccines?  No, it’s the Bohicas!  If McGuiness had anything approaching a personality he might have been able to sell these songs, given that there’s nothing terrible about them.  Unfortunately, McGuiness has the personality of the singer of the local bar band, making The Making Of into a muddle of half-realized anthems, stock riffs, and generic alterna-vocals with lyrics that could be easily interchanged between songs without making anything confusing.

I guess it fits well on the radio to break up Mumford & Sons and Coldplay, but I’ll be damned if I know why anyone would seek out and listen to the album more than once.

 

Imagine Dragons – Smoke and Mirrors

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Imagine Dragons – Smoke and Mirrors

U2 is not cool.  If last year’s “free album on your phone” debacle proved anything, it’s that this maxim is truer now in 2015 than it was even after the release of 1997’s Pop LP.  Whether they were ever cool is a matter for debate; maybe The Joshua Tree had some real moments, or maybe we were all conned into thinking that by desperately ageing Boomers, and naive Xer college students and yuppies clamouring for a rock ‘n’ roll saviour to call their own.  Regardless, their clenched-fist, Jesus-Christ-pose vision of arena rock has infected countless bands ever since, turning what could have been at least okay music into 50 Shades of Cringe.

Take Imagine Dragons for example.  Listen to that delay-ridden guitar burbling under the intro and verses of the title track to their sophomore album, Smoke and Mirrors – blindfold me and I’d swear it’s The Edge playing.  Further on and further in, it becomes apparent that, much like U2, Imagine Dragons can’t pass up the opportunity to take a simple hook and turn it into the biggest, fakest, shiniest diamond hook to ever grace your speakers.  “I’m So Sorry” takes the much-loved, much-abused blues-rock stomp riff and puts it on a Jumbotron, making it into an arena-rock nightmare and somehow nicking the sound of KT Tunstall.  “I Bet My Life” takes a modern indie-radio staple – the whole chooglin’ Of Mumfords and Mens thing – and opens it up wide enough to accommodate a Mac truck and an audience of office MIX-FM radio listeners.  Their pathological need to turn every single song into fireworks and chanting choruses and football stadium cheers ruins what could be decent tracks.  “Polaroid” should be a lot quieter, more like a ballad, stately piano and some fingerpicked guitar.  Instead, there’s a distorted kick drum and a multi-tracked clap, like the band just listened to Queen for the first time and decided that “We Are The Champions” was what every song on Earth should ultimately sound like.

Don’t get me wrong:  I love arena rock when it’s done well, like when King Tuff majestically rewrites the best of Cheap Trick into modern fist-pumper rawk.  Smoke and Mirrors, though, takes the lazy approach to rocking hockey arenas, relying on moody verses to carry them into yet another boom-bang pyrotechnic chorus.  One or two instances of it would be fun, exhilarating even, but on every single track?  It becomes an exercise in gauging how little the audience is paying attention.  Ultimately it’s the perfect album to fill in the rock side of the Top 40 FM mix, since it’s rock ‘n’ roll for the easily amused.