Dos rocks along almost like a minimalist rock album (a good thing) but doesn’t have the explosive power that great rock albums have.
The easiest way I can think of describing it is by likening the music to looking at a Yves Klein KIB canvas.
Lasaron Highway is a Fassbinber-tastic slice of paranoid polished Cluster pie, what with the Sowiesoso sounds made disco, get that…
Evident Utensil, which is a song about the potency of written words and communicating by letter rather than some other flamboyant, modern method, loses some of its credibility because of its annoying lyrics: ‘The most evident utensil/is none other than a pencil.’
…naming a track Solar System is a virtual guarantee that a psyched-out wig-out will happen. And it does.
Don’t think, however, that the LP is choc-full of clever-clever moments and nothing else, there’s great pop on here.
Official Secrets Act are a band who are all about pop, pop of the plaintive, yearning variety, pop that is popular with dreaming girls in bedrooms.
As usual the Bar en Boos was its charmingly dilapidated self, (though the days when pissing in the canal seemed the healthier alternative to the unisex toilet have long gone).
It’s all a bit beige, a bit Dulux neutrals colour card…
I can’t help feeling that the people most likely to buy a Von Bondies album are exactly the type of person for whom ‘relevance’ is everything.