James Arden checks out the garage rockers latest album.
The Christian rock band from Brighton bring religion to the masses.
Recipe for modern R'n'B album: liberal helpings of guest rappers and an overdose of sexual euphemisms.
Captain produce the kind of tunes that are often lumped as powerpop, but imbue them with such a smiling charm that they avoid the tooth-melting sweetness that label suggests. Coming on like the most melodic parts of Ash with Athlete's first-album...
...remember, the one with Westside and You Got the Style on, before they realised quite how much money Coldplay were making and decided to lose all individuality jump onboard the cash-train? (N.B. that album really hasn’t stood the test of time, so you’re much better off heading to Captain’s Myspace and listening to their stuff)...
...I digress… oh yes… Ash and early Athlete: like that, but dried, powdered and mixed with sun-tan lotion to produce a smooth paste that will not only stop you from getting skin cancer, but make you remember the wide variety of beach activities, from sandcastles to surfing to drinking cheap cider round bonfires.
This could just be the sound of this year's duskily-lit summer evenings (apart from hook-alicious track Glorious, which, if you're wondering where you might have heard it before, in certain quarters was the sound of duskily-lit summer evenings in 2006).
The pick of their new tunes is Animal, which soothes you in with a creamy opening drenched in woozy male/female vocals, before turning on its head into a spiky Supergrass verse, then throwing itself into the air for a chorus bigger than an elephant at fat camp. Finally it collapses completely, like a hyperactive child spinning around the room until it falls back on the sofa with a grin on its face. Bloody good in other words, and worth the entry to The Junction alone.
I feel your pain for early Athlete. They were so great and then what on earth happened.
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