The Last Dinner Party - "Prelude to Ecstasy" (2024)

This year's indie up and comers chosen to be championed by the UK press are The Last Dinner Party, an all female and one non-binary band from London that had been building hype during 2023 following the release of their debut single, Nothing Matters. The track melded catchy, singalong indie pop with theatrical baroque pop and dramatic glam rock - showing the band had a clear identity and sound from the off (and the gorgeous production courtesy of James Ford further sweetened the deal). I caught onto the hype at the very tail end of the year after the group had released a few more singles leading up to the release of the album, all of which were really great and had me very excited to hear the full thing. 

Prelude to Ecstasy really follows in the footsteps of Nothing Matters, being an extravagant fusion of modern indie and pop rock with 70s glam and baroque pop throwbacks that's exquisitely produced. The sound of the record is what really jumps out first listen, as the opening title track operates as a grandiose orchestral intro to the album like the opening to a stage play before leading into the first proper cut, the bombastic Burn Alive. The thundering drums and meaty synths alongside vocalist Abigail Morris' commanding vocals have such a powerful aura about them, demanding that you stop and pay attention to them. The following track Caesar on a TV Screen alternates between fairly stripped back verses and a melodramatic, theatrical chorus that borders on being something out of a stage play. Both songs lyrically play in ideas of femininity, sacrificing yourself an unworthy partner and the fantasies of power and escaping the unlevel playing field many women face trapped in relationships with thoughtless, self-aggrandising men.

These are the running themes across the album, and are at their most blunt on the following track, The Feminine Urge. The track is an expertly crafted throwback to 60's and 70's female singer / songwriter tunes, with an effortlessly catchy yet lyrically dense hook. "Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back? / Do you want me or do you want control?" Morris belts out at the back end of the chorus. It perfectly encapsulates the clever writing present on the entire record. It's not your average 'girl power / you don't need no man' angle to female empowerment that typically occurs on a record like this, its taking a deeper look at why so many men fall short. It's not that they intrinsically misogynist, but more an outward projection of the lack of control over their own lives. Midpoint track, Beautiful Boy, similarly covers the complex power dynamic between the sexes, tackling the power that women can have through their sexuality and desirability but ultimately concluding in the face of male violence that power means nothing. "What use are red lips when you're faced with something sharp?" The opening line of the song doubles down on this, claiming "The best a boy can be is pretty", clearly stating that while women only have the power of  desirability, men can have both. They can be violent and dominating, and also be attractive and charming. The song took a little while to grow on me, due to how stark the instrumentation is compared to how lush the rest of the album is, but the power of the lyrism on show here really pulls it through.

Sat in between these two is On Your Side, a lush, slowburning ballad. The track beautifully envelops you with layers of sound. Its one of the less outwardly theatrical songs, but its ability to just absorb you is equally as strong. Gjuha is a short vocal interlude that seamlessly transitions perhaps the best song on the record, Sinner. The track has drawn comparisons with with Sparks over its breathy staccato verses and explosive chorus. The track is pop-rock perfection, with its catchy singalong chorus, fuzzed out lead guitars and bouncy bassline. Again, the lyrics of the song focus on a really unique and interesting idea, the concept of wishing you knew someone while you were young and 'untainted', before the cynicism and mistrust had time to grow, before you have been hurt and let down.

The album goes on an absolute run from Sinner all the way through to its finish, rolling out banger after banger. My Lady of Mercy is definitely the heaviest the record gets, being indebted to the more swaggering side of glam rock. The meaty guitar riff stomps around as Morris evokes religious imagery to convey the obsessive idolship that many women end up placing on other women they look up to. Portrait of a Dead Girl reprises the themes of sacrificing yourself for a toxic relationship from earlier on in the record, but spins it into the perspective of someone managing to escape from that cycle. Similarly to the Feminine Urge, the chorus is dense and wordy, but still catchy and melodic. There are some great one-liners in it, with my personal favourite being "The time I wasted in your mouth", its just so scathing and petty.

Nothing Matters follows this as the penultimate track, before the album is closed out by the slower and more theatrical Mirror. The song refers back to the themes of Burn Alive and the idea of suffering for someone else for a sense of purpose. The concept focuses on Morris 'just being a mirror' for whoever she's talking to - the audience, a partner, whoever, and how she 'doesn't exist without their gaze'. The track slowly builds into a grand climax with swooning strings, over the top glam rock guitars and choir backing vocals, before the album closes with a short orchestral outro. It gives the album a very cyclic and 'real' feel to it, as the issues detailed in the lyrics wont just disappear because a band made an album about it. It gives it a sense of weight and drama that a happy ending could not.

Prelude to Ecstasy is an incredibly well written and tightly crafted debut from a band that I can see being one of the biggest names in indie rock in a few years. It's my favourite record I've heard so far this year and well worth your time. Every Track is great and can stand on its own.

Top Tracks: Burn Alive, Caeser on a TV Screen, On Your Side, Beautiful Boy, Sinner, My Lady Of Mercy, Portrait of a Dead Girl, Nothing Matters, Mirror

8/10

Queens of the Stone Age - "In Times New Roman..." (2023)

It's been 6 years since the last QOTSA record, Villains, in which a lot has happened in the world and in Josh Homme's life personally. Grieving the deaths of several friends and battling cancer himself (which he has since recovered from), all while undergoing a messy divorce; Homme was simply not in the mood to make music. The last point I want to dig into a little further, as it's important not to gloss over difficult topics and 'separate the art from the artist', particularly when this album is clearly shaped by the divorce. Josh's ex-wife Brody Dalle (frontwoman of punk band The Distillers) filed for divorce citing Homme's drug and alcohol usage. During the divorce proceedings she accused Josh of violence towards their children and filed a restraining order on their behalf them, which was subsequently overturned. Josh has now sole custardy of the children and it has been reported that Dalle's current boyfriend forged the restraining orders, however Josh has a history of violent and aggressive behaviour while under the influence so it wouldn't be the hardest thing to imagine - it might just be the case that Josh is the more famous of the two and can afford the better lawyers. I doubt we will ever get the full story, but it's certainly not happy families.

In Times New Roman... follows this turbulent period and is evidently shaped by it, being quite a brooding and jaded record following up on the themes of the impermanence of the world and the people in it established on 2013's stellar ...Like Clockwork. The record as a whole feels much like an amalgamation of Queen's work since Lullabies To Paralyse. It has the sinister and creepy atmosphere from that album, Era Vulgaris' wonkey and weird production, the themes and art rock elements from ...Like Clockwork, and even incorporates some of the glam rock camp from Villains.

Obscenery sets the scene with scrappy guitar led verses leading into cinematic string-laden choruses. The chunky, lopsided production of the song leads you into the albums uneasy and distrustful world, always keeping you just a little bit on edge. This leads into the thrashing rager of Paper Machete. The track is the simplest on the record, being a straightforward alt rock banger akin to some of the bands big hits from the naughties. Time & Place plays with dual time signatures and results in a super groovy and driving tune that spirals into a hypnotic trance. Carnavoyeur is the big cinematic centrepiece of the record, with spooky synths, dramatic vocals and soaring strings. What The Peephole Say is the most tongue in cheek song on the record. It's a cheesy glam throwback song and is just an absolute blast. It would probably fit more at home on Villains with how much lighter it is compared to the rest of the album, but its just so much fun. The record cumulates with its 9-minute behemoth closer, Straight Jacket Fitting. The song encapsulates the albums atmosphere perfectly, progressing through a messy and stumbling first section into a swaggering blues rock second part which slowly phases into a dramatic and anthemic string-backed third portion before circling back to the wonky and uneasy first part, before a final moody acoustic guitar passage closes the album out.

Even the weaker tracks on here have some really interesting ideas and moments that I love, even if the whole tracks don't fully come together. Negative Space has a great chorus reminiscent of the ones on ..LC, as does the lead single Emotion Sickness. "People come and go on the breeze / For a whole life? Possibly..." is one of the best lines on the whole record. Sicily is an incredibly dynamic song with a really creepy atmosphere and only really needs a bit more of a memorable hook to draw me in. And finally, Made to Parade is quite a sluggish plodding song (clearly emulating a parade march) and doesn't do much for me, until about 2/3 of the way through it changes key into its climax, which hits like a truck and I absolutely love.

In Times New Roman... is another good record from Queens, who's releases never really dip too much in quality. Its broody and sinister, and a little bit cynical and definitely hits the mark for me as a whole package. Not every individual moment is the best the band has ever been (both Songs for the Deaf and ...Like Clockwork take a lot of beating), but is still a really solid record on the whole. And the circumstances surrounding the creation of the record are also worth discussing, as regardless of what the truth of what happened during the divorce, there is a longstanding culture of sweeping problematic issues under the rug, particularly involving established rockstars with a legacy and influence (Go look up the 70's LA "baby groupie" scene). Anyway, that's a bit of tangent - the QOTSA album is good.

Top Tracks: Obscenery, Paper Machete, Time & Place, Carnavoyeur, What The Peephole Say, Straight Jacket Fitting

7/10

Muse - "Will Of The People" (2022)

Muse were one of my favourite artists in my early teenage years, and will forever have a soft spot in my heart, despite how underwhelming and somewhat cringy their 2010's output is. After taking a longer than usual break following 2018's bland and trend chasing Simulation Theory (in which they released a collectors edition of the first two albums complete with rarities from that era and an ambitious full anniversary remaster of Origin Of Symmetry), they had some renewed interest from me as the band were talking about returning to some of their older styles and how this new record would be 'a greatest hits of new songs'. In some ways Will Of The People feels like that, although these songs pale in comparison to the Muse greats they're trying to emulate, and the approach to the writing and stylistic choices paints the band into an awkward corner that no amount of "Muse isn't supposed to be taken seriously" can get them out of.

Simulation Theory saw the band appearing to take themselves less seriously after the pretty self-righteous anti-war Drones, but was paired with incredibly predictable and tired 2010's pop rock and synthwave revival tropes that made the album really forgettable in my opinion. Will Of The People, on the other hand, amps up the pomposity (and honestly tackiness) of the band's glam rock and hard rock leanings, which when matched with their weakest written lyrics to date, make it certainly more entertaining on an ironic level than the bands 2010's output. But when actually switching your brain on and looking at the framing of the lyrics and themes (in the music and the interviews surrounding it), it's pretty obvious the band were aiming this to be one of their most grounded albums. This in itself isn't necessarily a problem but becomes one when looking at the connotations that the writing has, and no amount of irony can deflect from it.

Take the opening cut, the title track, for example. The song is this really gaudy and tacky glam rock rehash with cock-rock guitars and ridiculous choral chanted backing vocals. When I first heard it, I did kind of like it on an ironic level, it was so ridiculous that it was entertaining. But the song is apparently very similar to Marylin Manson's Beautiful People (I say apparently because I have never heard this song as I didn't like MM even before he has been revealed to be an sexual, emotional and physical abuser and I'm certainly not giving him a pittance of my money now to verify it). It's questionable that any artist would want to crib so heavily from someone with so many corroborating allegations against them, but a band with such raw technical talent on a song that is literally about fighting oppression is in such bad taste that no amount of irony can save it.

The following track, Compliance, is the same combination of beige synth pop and generic, 'anti-oppression' lyrics that filled Simulation Theory. After this is Liberation, which is the most blatant Queen rip off the band has ever sounded, and is also about (you guessed it) fighting some non-specific oppressor. The next song, Won't Stand Down, is the lead single and was teased by Matt Bellamy to be a return to the heavy, metal influenced side of the band that they haven't shown since the early 2000s. And it does indeed have a heavy alt-metal riff during the post-chorus, but it also has some of the tackiest lyrics on the album and absolutely horrendous Imagine Dragons style plinky plonky synths and booming, obnoxious synth bass hits during the verses. Kill Or Be Killed is a much better 'heavy' song and generally one of the better tracks on the album, generally sticking to a more standard alt-metal style and featuring lyrics that aren't so obviously crap. However, as much as it compares well to the rest of the album it pales in comparison to the likes of Stockholm Syndrome and Reapers from the band's back catalogue. The track doesn't really have any interesting progression to it, it feels like just five minutes of various disconnected riffs bolted on to each other.

While most of these songs are just kind of tacky and bad, the truly tastelessness of the record rears its head again in Ghosts (How Can I Move On). The song is a somewhat insipid piano ballad about the loss of a partner during the pandemic. It is important to note that this isn't a personal song (as Bellamy did not lose his partner during the pandemic), and it clearly shows. The lyrics are utter trite, and read like a GCSE creative writing piece about grief. It's just filled with banal platitudes like "How can I move on?" etc with no real identity or anything. What really irks me about the song is that 'The Great Reset' is mentioned in the chorus. Bellamy is putting dumb political / conspiracy theorist jargon in a song that is supposed to be so incredibly personal and heartfelt. It shows that the band's supposed attempt to be more grounded in real world topics on the album is nothing more than an aesthetic to lace their usual vague "Us verses Them" lyricism. And when so much trauma has been caused by the topics they reference on the album, it really does leave a bad taste in the mouth. So many people have been in the position that this song is supposed to be reflecting, and I guarantee you not one of them is thinking about 'The Great Reset' when grieving a loved one.

Similarly, Verona is a song about forbidden love, with lyrics quite obviously alluding to viruses and masks and social distancing. Yeah the song reads like an anti-mask song. However its clear that the Bellamy isn't trying to deny the existence of the virus, the song acknowledges "the contagion on our lips". In fact the love interest dies at the end of the song, so Bellamy isn't trying to sell it as some government conspiracy. So maybe it's supposed to be ironic, taking the piss out of anti-maskers? But Bellamy's falsetto crooning set against chiming guitars and slow, arpeggiated synth lines implies the song is supposed to be taken wholly seriously. This once again leads to the only conclusion being that the band are only using this current political discourse as an aesthetic to lace over a SparkNotes retelling of Romeo and Juliette. Which again is pretty tasteless considering the amount of people who have been killed by Covid. The closer, We Are Fucking Fucked, reinforces this idea. The song pointlessly lists of references to global events over the past few years (wildfires, world wars, viruses etc) with absolutely no commentary beyond Bellamy's comical bellowing "We are fucking fucked". It's nihilism with no point, that teenage angst where you think your cleverer than the world around you just because you've noticed how shit everything is and you think nobody has ever realised that before you. Yes Matt, we are 'fucking fucked', and?... The song also rehashes a half formed version of the Knights Of Cydonia riff, to show how bereft of ideas it is both lyrically and musically.

The only song here that is remotely enjoyable is You Make Me Feel Like It's Halloween. The track is as gaudy and over the top as the rest of the album, however it's the only one that it's clearly not meant to be taken seriously. The cheesy, funky synth bass and spiralling electric organ are just a lot of fun. It's clearly meant to be a dumb, silly Halloween song and that's what it is. However it feels so odd plonked in the middle of an album that is as equally as ridiculous as it, but completely unintentionally. Here are a load of really bad, tacky, cheesy (and sometimes tasteless) songs that are supposed to be some kind of political commentary, and then a cheesy, novelty Halloween song.

Its hard for me to say which of the past two Muse albums is worse. Simulation Theory was badly written, musically dated on arrival and just plain boring; whereas WOTP is tacky, tasteless and somewhat problematic - although it's certainly going to stick in my memory much longer than ST ever did.

Top Tracks: You Make Me Feel Like It's Halloween

3/10

David Bowie - "Diamond Dogs" (1974)

 

So next up in the David Bowie discography is Diamond Dogs, where Bowie eschews from the Ziggy Stardust / Aladdin Sane character concept for an entirely new character, world and concept. The record was originally conceived as a musical adaptation of George Orwell's 1984, although his estate denied Bowie the rights to the novel. The idea was then reworked into Diamond Dogs, a post-apocalyptic concept album featuring the character Halloween Jack, a roller-skating, rogue, anti-hero who roams the rooftops of devastated Manhattan with his gang called the 'Diamond Dogs'. Musically, the record is somewhat transitional for Bowie; being still firmly rooted in glam rock territory, but with hints of the funk and soul music which would become centre stage of Bowie's next releases.

Diamond Dogs is unfortunately the first Bowie record that I've talked about here that hasn't really connected for me, due to a couple of reasons. Most prominently, the premise and concept feels clunky and underdeveloped. Some of the songs refer directly to 1984 as Bowie had already written some tracks before asking for the rights, and they feel awkwardly smooshed together with the Halloween Jack / Diamond Dogs ideas. This means neither element is really explored in great detail. The 1984 stuff feels like just a scant retelling of the book, and the album doesn't really explore who Halloween Jack is or what the world he lives in is like. The way the album is presented doesn't help these issues. The opening track is a dramatic spoken word intro, multiple tracks run into each other, and the whole album feels so grandiose that it makes it seem like it's about something. But the lyrical content doesn't really back this up and makes the whole record seem pretty pretentious.

The second issue for me is that the songs just aren't very memorable. The only truly vital Bowie track on the record is Rebel Rebel, which is one of his finest, catchiest and coolest songs ever. The chugging riff and Bowies charismatic swagger combine to make such an effortlessly cool tune. The other tracks are just unremarkably okay. The other more traditional glam rock songs feel very generic and by the numbers, and the other songs don't really work outside of the record due to generally being quite short and heavily involved with the albums story. And considering that the story and themes of the record don't really land, its ultimately detrimental to the tracks which are composed well with interesting elements to them. I'd say aside from Rebel Rebel, the run from Sweet Thing to Candidate to Sweet Thing (Reprise) is the most compelling part of the album. The three tracks have seamless transitions and taken as a complete whole they do build a compelling song that transitions between different sections that feels satisfying. However, as individual tracks they aren't memorable enough on their own; they only really work as the three track run.

Diamond Dogs isn't a bad album, but is held up by it's half-formed concept and the over-the-top theatrics which worm their way into almost every song here. This leaves the songs feeling uninspired and unimpactful at a micro level, and the whole album lacking any draw at the macro. The glam rock tropes feel tired and played out, and the elements of soul and funk feel more like window dressing than a full exploration of those sounds. For someone listening through Bowie's discography, I would recommend purely as a reference point for Bowie's musical shift and personal life at the time (his cocaine addiction was really ramping up at this point, probably explaining the lack of focus on the record); but it's not an album I'll come back to again and again like Ziggy and Aladdin Sane. Everything this album attempts, Bowie has done better both before and after.

Top Tracks: Sweet Thing, Candidate, Sweet Thing (Reprise), Rebel Rebel

5/10

David Bowie - "The Man Who Sold the World" (1970)

Going further backwards in David Bowie's discography, 1970's The Man Who Sold The World is generally considered by fans to be the first Bowie record that is worth listening to all the way through. It's the first time Bowie played around with a harder blues rock sound, and combines with some interesting songwriting to produce a fun album, even if it doesn't have the same impact as some of the blues rock classics from that era or Bowie's later exploration of the sound on Aladdin Sane.

The record opens with one of the heaviest and dramatic tracks, the 8 minute The Width of a Circle. The prog-tinged tune flirts with themes of psyche and spirituality and feels deliberately cryptic and intense. Bowie's creative juices really start to get going on this song. The title track is also one of the most ambitious tracks on the record, and one of Bowie's first truly god-tier songs. The weird vibrato effects on Bowie's vocals really emphasise this creepy, dystopian character who controls the world from the shadows like some sort of Bond villain. The whining guitar also makes the track feel very sinister. Saviour Machine is build around this bouncy flamenco-like guitar groove, but slows down the pace for the chorus and solos, making the track feel very dynamic. Bowie's exaggerated vocals talk about the idea of computers controlling the world and becoming our 'saviour machines'. He sells the idea as something so dystopian, which is engaging to look back on from the 21st century where we can't live without technology.

The other tracks are more straightforward blues rock songs. They're all a good time if they do feel a little like Cream or Led Zeppelin-Lite. I think the derivations from other artists feels a lot less intrusive here than on Hunky Dory, due to them all being clearly inspired from the same genre; as opposed to the one-off homages on Hunky Dory. She Shook Me Cold could fit right on Led Zeppelin I, and is quite a fun time, as is the more folky Black Country Rock and Running Gun Blues.

Comparing The Man Who Sold The World to Hunky Dory; TMWSTW is certainly more consistent in style and overall quality, but lacks the spectacular highlights of Hunky Dory (outside of the title track). So overall I feel I enjoy both records about the same, but for different reasons.

Top Tracks: The Width of a Circle, Saviour Machine, She Shook Me Cold, The Man Who Sold the World

7/10

David Bowie - "Hunky Dory" (1971)

 

Heading backwards in time through David Bowie's discography now, Hunky Dory is the album previous to his breakthrough classic The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars, and was brought into the mainstream consciousness by the success of that album. I find it so strange that it didn't break through on its release, because it features some of Bowie's most anthemic, feel good singles that are now considered some of his most iconic tracks.

The album opens on such a run, with the first four tracks being brilliant. The album opens with Changes, which is such an anthemic and sing-a-long tune with sweeping strings that sound like a film score. The stuttering way Bowie sings the chorus is just so charismatic and fun. This leads into Oh! You Pretty Things which is much more of a bouncy, stomping glam rock jam, which is just as fun and theatrical. Eight Line Poem slows the pace down into something more bluesy and sorrowful, which is exactly what is needed to lead into the dramatic, emotional masterpiece that is Life on Mars?. Everyone has heard this song, it's one of Bowies most famous, and it has such a cathartic release to it that makes it obvious why. The intense swells of strings, the powerful storytelling about escaping in cinema, and Bowie's soaring, impassioned vocals work so perfectly.

However, after this point I feel like the record is nowhere as consistent and a bit lightweight in places. I think this is a bit of a controversial opinions as it's generally considered one of the best Bowie records by most fans. None of the songs are noticeably poor quality, but it feels like Bowie is still finding his footing as an artist, with the songs feeling generally lacking in the grand conceptual themes and experimental musical elements that Bowie delves head first in from Ziggy Stardust onwards. There is also an obvious sense of Bowie trying to imitate his idols on this record. There are tracks titled Song for Bob Dylan and Andy Warhol, and Queen Bitch is just straight up Lou Reed worship. These tracks lean far to much on trying to sound like the artists in question, rather than being their own thing. Some of the other tracks deeper into the record just sort of breeze by without much impact on me. They're sweet and cute little ditties, but just lack that weight and importance that the first four tracks (and Bowie's future records) do.

There are a couple of real hidden gems in the record though. Quicksand is a slow stripped back ballad which builds in intensity through each chorus, sounding very bare and emotive; as does the closer The Belway Brothers. This track is mainly just an acoustic guitar and Bowie's vocals, but the guitar tone and Bowie's performance turn it into something sounding much larger and dramatic. The hints of reverby trumpets that crop up here and there make it seem so spooky and somewhat sinister.

Hunky Dory has some absolute classics on it, but the record as a whole feels breezy and easy on the ears. It's not a record I feel I can sink into and explore like some of Bowie's later works (yes I will get to them - Spoiler: Station To Station is particularly phenomenal), and the reliance on tributing his idols mean's it doesn't really have a strong identity compared to what would come immediately after.

Top Tracks: Changes, Oh! You Pretty Things, Eight Line Poem, Life on Mars?, Quicksand, The Belway Brothers

7/10

Declan McKenna - "Zeros" (2020)

 

Declan McKenna burst onto the UK indie scene back in the mid 2010s after winning the 2015 Glastonbury's Emerging Talent competition at the age of just 16, releasing his debut record, What Do You Think Of The Car? a couple of years later in 2017. That record was a perfectly fine, if run of the mill, indie rock album tinged with some existential and political writing that showed some promise (the big single Brazil is genuinely a great indie rock song).

I only began to pay more attention to McKenna last year when he released the non-album single, British Bombs; a protest song about the war in Yemen that sounds straight out of The Clash's London Calling. It's a really great song. That song was followed up by the lead single for this album, Beautiful Faces. The song is the stomping mix of indie rock and glam with a souring otherworldly chorus. The noisy, rough guitar tones; thunderous drumming and whining synths create this raucous and alien atmosphere for Declan's existential vocals to glide over. It's a toss up between these two tracks as to which is the best song McKenna has written but it's one of them for sure.

The mash up of indie rock and glam on Beautiful Faces is carried throughout the whole of Zeros, in a generally entertaining, if messy and disjointed, way. The opener, You Better Believe!!!, starts as a jovial indie rock song with a breezy guitar melody before gaining more and more swagger as the track progresses. The existentialism seeps in as McKenna howls "We're gonna get ourselves killed!" on the bridge. It's such a feel good opener to the record and seems ready made for festival stages. Daniel, You're Still a Child has chunky, new wave groove to it that combines with the glam elements nicely. Declan uses the character of Daniel, who crops up on various points of the album, to voice the themes of teenage nihilism and existential dread; and how you've just got to enjoy yourself at a personal level, despite how terrible the world you're growing up into might seem.

The album is at its weakest when its at its most derivative.The tracks Be an Astronaut and The Key to Life on Earth are so obvious Bowie pastiches. They aren't bad songs but they feel like pale imitations of Bowie's sound and style. Be an Astronaut is a dramatic piano led song akin to the likes of Space Odyssey and Life On Mars, but is no where near as wondrous and whimsical as those classics, or as catchy. The Key to Life on Earth opens with these wobbly synths that sound exactly like the ones on Ashes to Ashes. It's distractingly similar, and the lyrics are also some of the weakest on the record. Declan plays up the teenage drama a bit too much, and is really trying to sell things like not liking school and teen fashion trends as deep, and it doesn't work for me really.

The back half of the record consists of messy but intriguing tracks, that introduce so many ideas and elements that they never quite settle into knowing what are. The track Emily for instance, starts as this twangy folk song, but from the second verse turns into a 'bleepy-bloopy' synth tune, before an admittedly killer guitar solo closes out the song. The song just doesn't know what it is. It is the most egregious example of this lack of cohesion, but it does permeate into other tracks on the second half. They all have good qualities to them (Rapture has super glam-y falsetto hook; and the simple, minimal verses of Sagittarius A* are a nice change of pace), but they don't quite come together into a particularly memorable whole. Twice Your Size is the only song from the second half that feels like a focused, complete experience, and it's one of the better tracks on the album. The very 70's synth tones and jangly guitar combine with McKenna's yelpy vocals to make something slightly psychedelic and woozy, climaxing to a wall of sound at the end of the song.

Zeros feels like the kind of transitional album for an artist still in development (hes only 21), but an ambitious and interesting one, even if it doesn't always hit the mark. McKenna's personality is also strong enough to carry the album when it's ideas don't quite land, meaning it never drags. It's solid but only touches upon something greater in a couple of places.

Top Tracks: You Better Believe!!!, Beautiful Faces, Daniel, You're Still A Child, Twice Your Size

6/10

David Bowie - "Aladdin Sane" (1973)

Aladdin Sane sits in a slightly weird position in David Bowie's discography, as somewhat of a sequel to his break-out The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, but also kind of not. The titular character was originally pitched by Bowie as someone different to Ziggy, but is a lot less defined, and Bowie continued to tour as Ziggy for the live shows of this era, which has led this record to be viewed as somewhat of an extension of Ziggy (or Ziggy goes to America, in the words of Bowie himself).

Despite not having a linear narrative (or mentioning Ziggy once), Ziggy goes to America is exactly what this album is about. Ziggy Stardust was an album about the best a rockstar could be, literally saving the world through 'peace, love and rock'n'roll'. Aladdin Sane is about the worst: the sex, the drugs, the vanity. It was written on the American leg of the Ziggy Stardust tour, about what Bowie experienced there, and references many American places. The music is also jacked up to have a hard rock edge, inspired by the likes of The Rolling Stones; partly to appeal more to an American audience, partly to reflect the darker and more dangerous lyrical content of the record.

This is evidently demonstrated in the record's lead single (and one of Bowie's most famous tunes), The Jean Genie. This swaggering, cock-rock riff provides backing to the description of the person/creature/thing that the Jean Genie is. Bowie's tongue slithers around the lyrics, describing the Genie's appetite for razors and that he steals dead hair to make underwear. There's something so off-putting about this character, yet combined with the ear-wormy riff makes it so irresistible and captivating. Cracked Actor, similarly, has really overt and graphic references to cocaine, sex and prostitutes; with Bowie singing in this narcissistic snarl over roaring guitars. The track has some really tragic undertones as well with lines such as "show me you're real" and "please stay, please stay". It's as if the character Bowie is playing (or Bowie himself, it's hard to tell) has lost all feeling, and is sustaining themselves on the small amounts of dopamine that the drugs and sex give them.

Not everything on the record has the loud, swaggering rock aesthetic. There are a few slower, piano led tunes which are among the most reserved and artiest on the album. The title track introduces the character of Aladdin Sane to represent the glamour and high society of the rockstar lifestyle: the fancy hotels, the all-night parties, the adoring fans. The twinkly piano notes and gentle guitars make the track feel equally glamourous, but the song slowly descends into this hypnotic madness, climaxing in an avant-garde jazz piano solo performed by Mike Garson. It cleverly conveys the idea that this kind of egotistical lifestyle will send someone insane. The track Time personifies the concept of time as the ultimate nemesis to the rockstar-gods Bowie is describing on the record. They may think they're invincible, but time will always take everything away in the end. They will grow old and lose their sex appeal, the drugs will degrade their physical and mental health, the fans will move on to someone new. The stomping piano chords give the song a very pantomime villain vibe, alongside Bowie's overly dramatic and expressive vocals. The closer, Lady Grinning Soul, is the last of these piano tracks, and has similar moody, dramatic atmosphere to the title track. Bowie croons over the twinkly piano notes and acoustic guitar, and the way his voice builds up in intensity towards the end gives off a very bond-theme vibe to close out the album.

Unfortunately, not everything on the album works as well as these tracks. The opener, Watch That Man, is very inspired by The Rolling Stones. This track, alongside a cover of Let's Spend the Night Together, almost feels like Bowie is trying to outdo the Stones at what they do best and it just feels a bit over the top. Drive-In Saturday is inspired by 50s doo-wop, but glammed up a bit. The song has a much more whimsical nature than the rest of the record, telling the story of a post nuclear world where people have forgotten how to make love and have to relearn by watching old romantic films. While I enjoy the lyrical content of the song, the style it is paying homage to is just not something I'm all that fussed about. The Prettiest Star is also in this kind of style, but lacks Drive-In Saturday's engaging story, and so is easily the least interesting track here.

These tracks are no where near bad, they just don't quite work for me the same way the rest of the album does. I also think the album's legacy being so closely tied to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars does it no favours, as they are very different beasts when you get to know them. Aladdin Sane is dramatic and experimental, where Ziggy is whimsical and comforting. But on it's own merits, Aladdin Sane is a wonderful, if slightly inconsistent album.

Top Tracks: Aladdin Sane, Panic In Detroit, Cracked Actor, Time, The Jean Genie, Lady Grinning Soul

8/10

David Bowie - "The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars" (1972)

Despite David Bowie's biggest singles playing a part in my childhood and me utterly adoring them, I have always been quite intimidated by his studio album discography and so before now I just never listened to any of his records. It is such a monolithic body of work, with so many eras and characters and stylistic shifts that I never knew where to start. There doesn't even seem to be a uniform consensus on 'the best Bowie album' as an easy jumping off point. So I'm pretty glad that my '100 albums to listen to' poster decided where to start for me.

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars is Bowie's 5th studio album release, where he assumes the character of Ziggy Stardust, an alien rockstar who has arrived on Earth to save humanity with peace and love and rock'n'roll. Across the 11 tracks he goes from mysterious figure the people on Earth are weary of, to a superstar hero, to a tragic saviour who sacrifices himself for the Humanity's survival. On first listen, I didn't quite get it. I really enjoyed the record, but I was expecting something more profound from what is considered one of the greatest albums of all time with a "big, rock opera story". But after a few listens I realised that it isn't supposed to be profound, it's just a fun story about a space alien rockstar who's come to earth to play some jamming tunes.

And damn it is fun. The record goes at breakneck pace, with riffs and hooks galore, and with such a charming personality. Five Years sets the scene, dramatically building up Earth pre-Ziggy's arrival. Swooning strings and Bowie's strained vocals sell the idea that this a world on the bring of the end, with only five years left. Ziggy is introduced on Moonage Daydream, with such a attention grabbing vocal performance from Bowie. You can tell the Ziggy really means business by the way Bowie performs the character. I really like the way the piano and drums build up to the chorus in a heavy, important way; and the guitar solo at the end of the track that is so very 70s in the best way. Following this is Starman, one of Bowie's most iconic tracks, and in the context of the album develops his relationship with the people of Earth, showing their various reactions to him.

The rest of the record continues in this fun, dramatic, but elegantly arranged fashion. It Ain't Easy has a stomping blues rock chorus and restrained verses to compliment the massiveness of the hook. Lady Stardust is a simple piano ballad about Ziggy finding love with a singalong chorus. Star, Hang on to Yourself and Suffragette City have an energetic straight-forwardness to them in a proto-punk sort of way. The guitars roar and the songs are short and sweet. Ziggy Stardust is a semi-hard rock tune with that iconic riff and a more retrospective tone, looking back on Ziggy's blaze into the spotlight and the ensuing rock'n'roll life. The Closer, Rock 'n' Roll Suicide continues this theme, as now Ziggy has died to save the world, and the track is a slow, acoustic one to accompany the more morbid subject. Triumphant horns and soaring strings come in as Bowie's vocals become more pained and dramatic. He is basically shouting at the end of the song.

This record is simply a blast. It's short, fast-paced and bursting with catchy riffs and singalong hooks. While it's been deified to the point that you'd might expect it to be profoundly about something, it isn't. So go in expecting it to be a rocking good 38 minutes about a space rockstar and his escapades and you wont be dissapointed.

Top Tracks: Five Years, Moonage Daydream, Starman, It Ain't Easy, Lady Stardust, Star, Hang on to Yourself, Ziggy Stardust, Suffragette City, Rock 'n' Roll Suicide

9/10