Forever Until October - Forever Until October (Copro)
UK release date: 6 October 2003
track listing
1. Krom
2. Everything's Wrong
3. Perfect
4. The Whitest Of Lies
5. Only An Outline
6. Nightwatch Silence
7. Something But Nothing At All
8. Pokerface
9. Exception To The Rule
10. Let The Dust Settle
To describe in 400 or so words whether or not
post-hardcore quintet Forever Until October merit an imperial thumbs up
isn't as easy as one would think. Normally, you sit down, and after a few spins
usually get an angle to pick up on: album highlights, lyrics, artwork, etc,
etc... Thus the verdict hopefully goes some way to informing you, the
record buyer, whether you might want to jizzy down to your local music
merchant.
But what if the band are so damned poor and the
only thing going through your head is, "No, no no ,no"? I don't think even
Julie Burchill would get away with writing "no" 400 times.
Woohooo! 124 words, only 300 or so to go, I'm doing
well here! Right, let's jump to it. These boys go head to head with
labelmates Dai Lo on Copro - both debuts, both bands recently signed,
both released the same day. Having been privileged to hear both, it's safe to
say that one has a bright future, while the other is overcast with uncertainty. Can ya
guess who's who?
By now you're probably thinking, "Who is this fool jabbering on and on, slating an innocent upcoming band without any evidence." My
lord I present to you the fact: those who stand accused are guilty. Guilty
of raping the much acknowledged sound of emo originators Far . Singer
Phil Darroch, guilty. Guilty of inexplicably and exactly replicating the
aforementioned band's frontman Jonah Matranga (now under the guise of
Onelinedrawing).
Of course the lyrics aren't the same, that would tear
a porthole into the world of copyright theft, but hey it may as well be.
Glancing blankly at my rugged notepad there are very
few positive highlights. In fact there's one. Only An Outline is a good
hybrid of Rival Schools and Far, but barely differentiates.
To listen to this as an album is like having your ear tattooed before being
rubbed up and down a cheese grater for 35 minutes. The songs blend and
disjoin, filtering out of your memory as soon as they finish. Perhaps my
vitriol stems from hearing the sound of bands you appreciate and respect
repackaged Tesco Value style - it's ok stuff, cheap and all, and will get
you by.
As my flat mates tarted themselves for a night out,
one of them (a good judge of good music) quipped: "They sound like they're
just making noise for the sake of it."
"James," I replied, "that's the biggest understatement
I've heard for a while."
"What was the last one?" he inquired.
"That it deserves a review." Verdict: Thumbs down.
Throw 'em to the lions.