by Oliver on February 6, 2024 in Album
The Thing do a year after their debut album Here’s The Thing with the second work The Thing Is continue to do everything, under no circumstances Google-Algorithm to emerge – or to stand out from the indie rock circus.
In its mundane effect, the music of the band from Brooklyn, New York, which has apparently been expanded to a quartet, remains more universally applicable than underlining its less than original disposition. Simply good, but in a really uninteresting way. As if we needed a generic reminder of what we still think about Vaccines hat.
The material solidly balances the combo at the level of a catchy, competent support act – with songs that are always a bit too detailed, that you forget immediately after listening, but that still have a latent unimportant aftertaste during consumption relatively entertaining fun and, strictly speaking, you can’t do anything wrong if you do The Thing A variable spectrum is served.
The title song takes a funky approach to the psychedelic Britrock of the 90s and has fallen out of time You’re the One rumbles groovily, but with practically no sustainability. I Wanna Go to the City reminds, in the best of moments, how good (and honestly, how much better than The Thing) The Soundtrack of Our Lives were/are, while the good figurehead Midnight makes it clear that the band simply lacks the killer instinct when it comes to hit mentality.
Neptunne is a cool laid back jam and No Thing sways flippantly as a lo-fi dalliance to a run-of-the-mill riff. Wanted War longs for flower power and rock’n’roll in equal measure, Northrup 8 relies on a motoric groove with a beautiful melody in the chorus – as vague as it all is, I think The Thing This is the closest thing to the point.
That’s Electric lacks the necessary pepper for a compelling 60s homage that hits the hips In a Garden treats himself to a sexy solo and the okay standard What is This is like The Thing IIt’s just very average overall, although in a positive sense (even if the following assessment may seem almost too strict in this respect). Or as you think you might hear somewhere quite fitting: “You‘re good for nothing great“.
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