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The Cooper Temple Clause - Kick Up The Fire & Let The Flames Break Loose |
Britain's favourite long-haired, ripped jean pretty boys, The Cooper Temple
Clause return for round 2. And while 'Kick Up The Fire & Let The Flames Break
Loose' is an improvement, especially in title length, it falls short of perfection.
The real genius of the album lies in the ability the Cooper's have to create
sound. Finally a band using their keyboard/samplnig people to super effect
*looks squarely at Incubus*. 'Music Box' is the epitome of this ethos. Building
up slowly through sparse drums and noise it reaches a cataclysmic finale, and
Keiran Mahon (synth boy) is at the centre putting a generous dollop of icing on
the rock wedding cake.
The little things also produced by said snyth boy make it somewhat rewarding to listen repeatedly to. It's one of those that you keep discovering new things each time you listen. I think while writing this I have found two things that I hadn't noticed before. The immediate impact comes from the singles 'Promises Promises' and 'Blind Pilots' and while both fantastic songs in their own right, the ability to make simple riffs sound amazing and notable, there is much more depth to be found.
Opener 'Same Mistakes' sounds innocent enough at first but it is in fact a wonderful song that I for one missed the first few listens: in the words of The Darkness, it's 'really growing on me' (Tut - ED). 'Talking To A Brick Wall' is remarkable for a middle-of-album-song. Where other bands dump the mediocre here the opposite line is taken by the implanting of a 6-minute jewel about the tribulations of life and love and all backed by a fluctuating soundtrack.
'Kick Up The Fire... ' would've made more of an impact on me if they put a 'The Murder song' from their debut in place of the last two tracks. While 'In Your Prime' and 'Written Apology are not bad in themselves I feel that this needed the same apocalyptic ending that was offered to 'See This Through And Leave'. They try to bring about a crescendeo but only really succed in the nasal vocals of Ben Gautrey, which leaves the music lagging back in medicricity. A pity such a fine album could not be completed with a suitable closer.
Owen Forster |