Make Your Mind Up... 4/5
Elevator Music is a band that sounds like it shouldn’t exist. It bluesy, punchy and certainly guaranteed to get you dancing and swinging away on the dance floor over ska beats and Chris Reissland’s piano in short bursts of energy.
‘The Score’ opens up with a happy outburst of Chris’ piano and surprisingly odd vocal delivery over a powerful backing section with Ged Dawson upbeat guitar before it’s all over until ‘To Requited Love’, that starts slowly until its sudden burst before decelerating once more. Even ‘Notice Shit on the Floor’ is a cheeky tongue-in-cheek song whilst the music remains serious enough – or just imagine a better version of The Midnight Beast. ‘Post traumatic Intoxicated Rage’ appears from nowhere to a more rocky atmosphere before Chris makes an impersonation of Suggs, with his piano taking the limelight still. ‘The Farrel Hotel’ yet again provides more tongue in cheekiness and a more rocky edge than any other track on the album, before slowing down onto the mellow and rather fantastic ‘Medicine’. But the album lacks any formula and becomes more schizophrenic than Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde then the burst of life erupts in ‘With My Tea Bag In’ talking about joints and STD immunity. With that humour said and done before the painful shouting on ‘23 09 91’, the talk on humour and drugs is reignited on ‘How Now Brown Cow’, and when things couldn’t get more bizarre in the world of joints, STD’s and a barmy army of songs, ‘This Chord Progression Depicts You’. There isn’t really one until the song matures into a swirling piano, more upbeat guitar playing and Jake Stansfield drumming closely reminiscent to Iggy Pop’s ‘Lust For Life’.
This album is everywhere – it’s all in the bands control and they abuse it as they please. It starts, stops and then proceeds to carry on from standstill to 100mph in the array of humorous songs that are all cleverly strung together. It’s certainly something you want to look out for if you wish to experience the ultimate mindfuck…
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‘The Score’ opens up with a happy outburst of Chris’ piano and surprisingly odd vocal delivery over a powerful backing section with Ged Dawson upbeat guitar before it’s all over until ‘To Requited Love’, that starts slowly until its sudden burst before decelerating once more. Even ‘Notice Shit on the Floor’ is a cheeky tongue-in-cheek song whilst the music remains serious enough – or just imagine a better version of The Midnight Beast. ‘Post traumatic Intoxicated Rage’ appears from nowhere to a more rocky atmosphere before Chris makes an impersonation of Suggs, with his piano taking the limelight still. ‘The Farrel Hotel’ yet again provides more tongue in cheekiness and a more rocky edge than any other track on the album, before slowing down onto the mellow and rather fantastic ‘Medicine’. But the album lacks any formula and becomes more schizophrenic than Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde then the burst of life erupts in ‘With My Tea Bag In’ talking about joints and STD immunity. With that humour said and done before the painful shouting on ‘23 09 91’, the talk on humour and drugs is reignited on ‘How Now Brown Cow’, and when things couldn’t get more bizarre in the world of joints, STD’s and a barmy army of songs, ‘This Chord Progression Depicts You’. There isn’t really one until the song matures into a swirling piano, more upbeat guitar playing and Jake Stansfield drumming closely reminiscent to Iggy Pop’s ‘Lust For Life’.
This album is everywhere – it’s all in the bands control and they abuse it as they please. It starts, stops and then proceeds to carry on from standstill to 100mph in the array of humorous songs that are all cleverly strung together. It’s certainly something you want to look out for if you wish to experience the ultimate mindfuck…
http://www.facebook.com/#!/0ElevatorMusic0