To describe in 400 or so words whether or notpost-hardcore quintet Forever Until October merit an imperial thumbs upisn’t as easy as one would think. Normally, you sit down, and after a few spinsusually get an angle to pick up on: album highlights, lyrics, artwork, etc,etc… Thus the verdict hopefully goes some way to informing you, therecord buyer, whether you might want to jizzy down to your local musicmerchant.
But what if the band are so damned poor and theonly thing going through your head is, “No, no no ,no”? I don’t think evenJulie Burchill would get away with writing “no” 400 times.
Woohooo! 124 words, only 300 or so to go, I’m doingwell here! Right, let’s jump to it. These boys go head to head withlabelmates Dai Lo on Copro – both debuts, both bands recently signed,both released the same day. Having been privileged to hear both, it’s safe tosay that one has a bright future, while the other is overcast with uncertainty. Can yaguess 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.” Mylord I present to you the fact: those who stand accused are guilty. Guiltyof raping the much acknowledged sound of emo originators Far . SingerPhil Darroch, guilty. Guilty of inexplicably and exactly replicating theaforementioned band’s frontman Jonah Matranga (now under the guise ofOnelinedrawing).
Of course the lyrics aren’t the same, that would teara porthole into the world of copyright theft, but hey it may as well be.
Glancing blankly at my rugged notepad there are veryfew positive highlights. In fact there’s one. Only An Outline is a goodhybrid of Rival Schools and Far, but barely differentiates.
To listen to this as an album is like having your ear tattooed before beingrubbed up and down a cheese grater for 35 minutes. The songs blend anddisjoin, filtering out of your memory as soon as they finish. Perhaps myvitriol stems from hearing the sound of bands you appreciate and respectrepackaged Tesco Value style – it’s ok stuff, cheap and all, and will getyou 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’rejust making noise for the sake of it.”
“James,” I replied, “that’s the biggest understatementI’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.