This album stretches the band’s musical talent and the entire album plays out more like a rock orchestra than a trio. They experiment with electronic melodies and even a retro Stylophone gets an airing on Doesn’t Believe in Angels.
This album stretches the band’s musical talent and the entire album plays out more like a rock orchestra than a trio. They experiment with electronic melodies and even a retro Stylophone gets an airing on Doesn’t Believe in Angels.
You’ve got post! That hard working Brummie trio Johnny Foreigner have sent you a musical postcard. Their fourth album is a seventeen track whirlwind of electronic bleeps, yelps and their signature smack-in-the-mouth sound. Johnny Foreigner vs Everything is their letter home and there’s a small, yet dedicated band of followers giddy at their return.
Jumping in feet first, If I’m The Most Famous Boy You’ve Fucked, Then Honey, Yr In Trouble is a frantic two minute introduction, replete with an array of melodies moshing their way to the forefront. Still waving that pop punk flag in frenzy, 200x brings a moment of respite. Bassist Kelly Southern’s light tones compliment and intertwine with Alexi Burrows’ blunt repetitions.
This album stretches the band’s musical talent and the entire album plays out more like a rock orchestra than a trio. They experiment with electronic melodies and even a retro Stylophone gets an airing on Doesn’t Believe in Angels.
The album’s main message is the poignancy of a song; how it can reawaken lost moments and revive old memories. In Concret1 and Concret2 we’re transported into teen bedrooms for a montage of monologues drowning in contempt, backed by quaint electronic bleats and beeps. The band invite the listener to face their problems head on in You vs Everything. It’s Chicken Soup for the Soul, a soundtrack to slamming doors and teenage angst. Berrow begins with the gloomy lyric “…everyone you ever meet will die”, but spins the song into a musical pep talk with the possibility of a brighter tomorrow.
Johnny Foreigner have the ability to flawlessly mix a variety of melodies, Hulk Hoegaarden, Gin Kensella, David Duvodkany Etc starts with a twee, harmless chant of “take me back to Texas” and ends in a fuzz of low bass and a Pixies inspired guitar wail. Johnny Foreigner vs Everything is a pop punk moan of real life dramas complete with melodic rise and fall.
This is the band to scrawl on your pencil case with pride and offers the perfect accompaniment to adolescence: they wear their heart on their collective sleeve and these three homesick musicians want you along for the ride.