There’s sorta an urban myth than someone sorta wrote ‘Three Idiots Make A Masterpiece’ when Beastie Boys released Licensed To Ill. Let’s not go overboard and call Songs To Pleasure Thineself a masterpiece, but it has that same sense of three kids not taking what they do very seriously, and then doing something better than all the people that do take it seriously.
Look, this is a band called Rock Music Of Canada, and they’re from Bolton. If that sorta silliness puts you off, might be best not hitting play. But if you want to get on board, strap in. They make loud, obnoxious songs with daft lyrics.
I could go through the album making comments on each song, but (a) being a bit lazy here, and (b) analysing the songs on an album called Songs To Pleasure Thineself To is missing the point. Their very nature refutes the notion of critical review or analysis. Just turn it up and brace yourself. Play ‘I Am An LSD Factory’, you’ll then either want a badge, or to slap them. This is a divisive band; they make Sleaford Mods look like Enya. Which is a neat segue, Rock Music Of Canada are better suited to Twitter-y taglines than analysis. So here’s some:
- Noisier than the crew of an oil rig on a Xmas do with a free bar.
- More furious than Dead Kennedy’s having a danger wank.
- Tighter and more pent up than Gang Of Four after 6 months on the ‘roids and now doing back to back spin classes.
- Make The Pogues look like Brian Eno’s Music For fuckin’ Airports.
- Makes Richard Hell’s ‘Love Comes In Spurts’ seems like Coldplay’s ‘Yellow’.
- Uncooler than Chris Hemsworth’s haircut in Blackhat.
- Shallower than a night spent watching ITVBe.
In 2020 the world needs serious, political bands, but shit a brick, does it need some loud silliness too. So the world needs Songs To Pleasure Thineself To. Which is bloody silly. Which is why the world needs Songs To Pleasure Thineself to…
https://rockmusicofcanada.bandcamp.com/album/songs-to-pleasure-thineself-to
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