Review Summary: Diamond Dad Rock...
Diamond Head is hardly the first metal band to lose a grand majority of their luster after their first album, nor were they the first band to ever sell out, but the group’s timeline serves as a perfect summation of the average band devolution. On the other hand, the group’s descent from grace is shockingly all their own. Starting with 1982’s Borrowed Time
, the group started to ape radio rock tropes, leading to songs like “Call Me” and “Borrowed Time” sounding more like Foreigner than heavy metal. Mix these tracks with pointless re-recordings of “Am I Evil"” and “Lightning to the Nations” and the stench of desperation will waft from the album like the stench of death from roadkill.
The weird thing about selling out is that once you start, there’s little turning back. Case in point, Canterbury
. The stolen sounds of limp and plastic pop rock are in full force on Diamond Head’s third full length, to the point where any metal has been replaced with simplistic and tacky songwriting, a lack of sincerity, and synthetic background instruments. Not to say this is just another pop rock album, as songs like “The Kingmaker” and “Ishmael” are what can only be described as a medievally inspired take on progressive dad rock. Despite the few “artful” tracks, a grand majority of this record has as much life as a ***ty classics radio station that is always turned on in your father’s beige Honda Civic.
The cliché and snore inducing compositions are delivered with a minimum amount of energy and vibrance, “Makin’ Music” and “I Need Your Love” serve as perfect examples for the lack of vigor in this trite showcase of boring rock music. Completely devoid of substance, “Canterbury” is a infuriatingly nothingness of an album, with nothing going for it. It’s pure, unadulterated conformity, resulting in a bland, unenthusiastic, gray, and dull paste. The performances are as uninspired as the the songwriting, accompanied by a treble-based production that makes the record even more flat. Canterbury
is nothing but mundane garbage, but you can’t usually expect anything better from trend chasers.