The King Blues
Punk & Poetry


5.0
classic

Review

by ConsiderPhlebas USER (34 Reviews)
April 18th, 2011 | 85 replies


Release Date: 2011 | Tracklist

Review Summary: The perfect mix of punk angst and pop jubilation

With a knack for tuneful punk-rock and frank, intelligent lyrics, The King Blues have earned a fair wad of respect in just a handful of years. Sophomore record, [i]Save thee through some changes. Losing a founding member and watching England sink to its knees under the weight of a recession has tainted their sound, leaving something altogether darker in its place. Yes the hooks are still there, but this time they come wrapped around a white-knuckled fist. Punk & Poetry is the bright, rowdy underbelly of UK culture. Contemporary English music just doesn’t get any better.

Beginning with chKanye West cares about himself, about money, about pussy, religion and black people. Unfortunately, after taking firm control of their output once more, they cheerfully fly the plane into the goddamn mountain, leaving nothing but a fragmented, gleaming pile of junk. It’s far from the worst thing they have ever produced, but even further fruch as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ anduch as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ anduch as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ andom their best.

The record is brimming with half-realised ideas that would require far more than three songs to reach their potential. Crisp, punchy riffs are shoved onto preceding sections with a workmanlike inevitability; occasional patches of noodling show up for s of wisdom such as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ and ‘All of the Lights’ is the stunted, rhythmless croaks of a buffoon. Some bands – hell, some genres – can sneak by with poor lyrics and poor vocal performance, but where they’re rammed to the forefront as they are here, you can’t ignore them and you can’t forgive them. Even the pleasant singing interludes suffer from a sense that they were ripped straight from a child’s first attempts at poetry. ‘Runaway as fast as you can…’ Aw, bless.

The tragedy of the record lies in its consistencies, or to be more exact, their war with one another. The consistent lack of quality in the lyrical department stamps heartily on the perfectly formed nutsack of the music, which never dips below average (althougucKanye West cares about himself, about money, about pussy, religion and black people. Unfortunately, after taking firm control of their output once more, they cheerfully fly the plane into the goddamn mountain, leaving nothing but a fragmented, gleaming pile of junk. It’s far from the worst thing they have ever produced, but even further fruch as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ anduch as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ anduch as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ andom their best.

The record is brimming with half-realised ideas that would require far more than three songs to reach their potential. Crisp, punchy riffs are shoved onto preceding sections with a workmanlike inevitability; occasional patches of noodling show up for s of wisdom such as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ and ‘All of the Lights’ is the stunted, rhythmless croaks of a buffoon. Some bands – hell, some genres – can sneak by with poor lyrics and poor vocal performance, but where they’re rammed to the forefront as they are here, you can’t ignore them and you can’t forgive them. Even the pleasant singing interludes suffer from a sense that they were ripped straight from a child’s first attempts at poetry. ‘Runaway as fast as you can…’ Aw, bless.

The tragedy of the record lies in its consistencies, or to be more exact, their war with one another. The consistent lack of quality in the lyrical department stamps heartily on the perfectly formed nutsack of the music, which never dips below average (althougucKanye West cares about himself, about money, about pussy, religion and black people. Unfortunately, after taking firm control of their output once more, they cheerfully fly the plane into the goddamn mountain, leaving nothing but a fragmented, gleaming pile of junk. It’s far from the worst thing they have ever produced, but even further fruch as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ anduch as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ anduch as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ andom their best.

The record is brimming with half-realised ideas that would require far more than three songs to reach their potential. Crisp, punchy riffs are shoved onto preceding sections with a workmanlike inevitability; occasional patches of noodling show up for s of wisdom such as ‘I treat the cash the way the government treats the AIDS, I won’t be satisfied ‘til all my niggas get it. Get it?’ Judging by the critical and commercial response, the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Because it’s all self-consciously ironic, yeah. Like, the bit with the picture of his dick, yeah. That’s him making fun of himself, yeah. Yeah. Or, no. Or maybe it’s so obviously self-conscious that it is, in fact, gratuitous, infantile nonsense. And maybe his delivery on tracks like ‘Gorgeous’ and ‘All of the Lights’ is the stunted, rhythmless croaks of a buffoon. Some bands – hell, some genres – can sneak by with poor lyrics and poor vocal performance, but where they’re rammed to the forefront as they are here, you can’t ignore them and you can’t forgive them. Even the pleasant singing interludes suffer from a sense that they were ripped straight from a child’s first attempts at poetry. ‘Runaway as fast as you can…’ Aw, bless.

The tragedy of the record lies in its consistencies, or to be more exact, their war with one another. The consistent lack of quality in the lyrical department stamps heartily on the perfectly formed nutsack of the music, which never dips below average (althougucite’, you can’t help but realise that he’s one of those kids, and the vitriol beneath his words is just gnawing at the surface. This short spoken-word introduction to the album displays Fox’s talent for poetic style and, in one surprising moment, his unwillingness to pander to societal taste. Touching on a range of subjects, including sexist idiocy (‘Five Bottles of Shampoo’), and the far-right wing’s highjack of patriotism (‘Shooting Fascists’), the lyrical content of Punk & Poetry remains witty and engaging throughout, placing the album shoulder to shoulder with the most socially-conscious music ever made.

Whereas their first two albums carried just a touch of filler, this new effort comes with none. Blending an eclectic mix of styles, from the raw, pounding ‘We Are Fucking Angry’ to the poppy and anthemic ‘I Want You’, the album goes all out to keep the listener entertained. Boasting a spectrum of instrumentation that ranges from brass horns to d’n’b synths, the record could have been tangled and messy. Luckily, The King Blues know a thing or two about tying influences together, giving the whole thing a sense of real cohesion. Even transitions from the straight-up punk of ‘Set the World on Fire’ to the playful ‘Dancehall’ seem, well, seamless. Save the World, Get the Girl was all about making the best of a very bad deal, about celebrating friendship amidst homelessness and sharing moments of romance next to puddles of sick. Punk & Poetry is about getting pissed off and doing what you can to stem the tide. For The King Blues, the best they can do is make classy punk-rock. Their real triumph, though, is the urge in the listener’s heart to do something just as worthwhile.



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ConsiderPhlebas
April 18th 2011


6157 Comments

Album Rating: 5.0

Apologies for having two reviews on the front page. Couldn't wait.

Irving
Staff Reviewer
April 18th 2011


7321 Comments


No album art. Neg.

ConsiderPhlebas
April 18th 2011


6157 Comments

Album Rating: 5.0

There is, the ampersand created a duplicate... urgh

Maniac!
April 18th 2011


26257 Comments


I like reading your words.

ConsiderPhlebas
April 18th 2011


6157 Comments

Album Rating: 5.0

Thanks, man. I put more effort into this than any other review I've done.

Maniac!
April 18th 2011


26257 Comments


I wish my words were as pretty as yours.


It's because I'm not European, isn't it?

ConsiderPhlebas
April 18th 2011


6157 Comments

Album Rating: 5.0

Practice, bro

letsgofishing
April 18th 2011


909 Comments


Yeah, I'm definitely checking this out.

I generally prefer classic reviews to have a little more meat, just because when you rate a record that high, the goal is to convince the person that if they don't own the album by the next day, their worthless and need to get a life. but, hey, that's just me and my long review tendencies. Fact is, you're making short reviews into an art-form. I'm POS'ing. great write.

ConsiderPhlebas
April 18th 2011


6157 Comments

Album Rating: 5.0

Thanks, man. I do leave a lot out of my reviews, generally for brevity's sake. Added an extra paragraph for this because I really wanted to stress how awesome it is.

Irving
Staff Reviewer
April 18th 2011


7321 Comments


Review is great, Phleb - solid prose, effective dissemination of opinion, cool delivery.

Now for an honest opinion from a bloke who just wants to see you do well (and make Contrib): although your effort to make this an awesome write-up shows, I can't help but feel that the "voice" so present in your negative reviews is yet to be ported fully to your positive reviews. Against your negative reviews, this one comes off as a bit...dull, shall we say. Sure, the writing is completely effective and sincere, but I just can't hear you.

Maybe it's not you and it's just me (haha break up time!), but hopefully by letting you know you might be able to tinker around a little bit more.

Best! =)

ConsiderPhlebas
April 18th 2011


6157 Comments

Album Rating: 5.0

I see what you're saying, man, completely. I've tried to put the same level of character into my positive stuff as the negative, but it looks fanboyish so I dial it down. Will continue to practice and, hopefully, improve. I do feel, though, that even my posi reviews are up to the standard of some staffers/contribs. I think my biggest problem will be the fact that some of the staff think I'm an asshole.

wabbit
April 18th 2011


7035 Comments


Sounds like something I'll love.

Maniac!
April 18th 2011


26257 Comments


Who could think you're an asshole?

ConsiderPhlebas
April 18th 2011


6157 Comments

Album Rating: 5.0

I'm hoping people do love it. Easily the best thing I've heard this year.

Irving
Staff Reviewer
April 18th 2011


7321 Comments


I do feel, though, that even my posi reviews are up to the standard of some staffers/contribs.

That they are. Like I said to you once before - you're probably the only obvious choice left from the userbase talent pool. There might be a couple of writers here who, on their best days, are perhaps worthy of Contributor status, but your reviews are - and have always been - up to par. I'm not trying to curry favour with you or anything here (for the record) - just my honest observation.

As for the staff not liking you...well, even if it's true, they can't ignore talent forever =)

ConsiderPhlebas
April 18th 2011


6157 Comments

Album Rating: 5.0

I take everything you say as honest observation, man, and appreciate the criticism just as much as anyone's praise.

Maniac!
April 18th 2011


26257 Comments


PHLEB4PREZ

iFghtffyrdmns
April 18th 2011


7047 Comments


Apologies for having two reviews on the front page. Couldn't wait.

Don't you dare fucking apologize for knocking stupid filler reviews off the front page to replace them with something this well-written and cohesive. Fantastic writing, I'm taking notes. Not to mention this sounds totally awesome, I'll have to check these guys.

AliW1993
Contributing Reviewer
April 19th 2011


7427 Comments

Album Rating: 3.5

Excellent review. Not sure if it quite justifies a 5 but that's nitpicking. I'll give this a try though tbh I've not really liked what I've heard from them some far.

Tyrael
April 19th 2011


20971 Comments


Great review. Although I'm always wary of people who 5 after only just a few listens, you get away with it gracefully. Pos.



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