I Love You. I Love You. I Love You And I’m In Love With You. Have An Awesome Day! Have The Best Day Of Your Life! That is a title so long it makes the Manic Street Preachers‘ If You Tolerate This Then Your Children Will Be Next look like a wimp. The producers of this quite stupendously uplifting album title is the equally brilliantly named The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt. Serious melancholic music this ain’t. Funtime music for the parties of the world is what they provide and this debut LP, only a shade over half an hour long, comes and goes in a flash.
Another striking thing about Have The Best Day Of Your Life! Is the relentless energy and momentum that it conjures up. It is an unstoppable force of nature. If this was a party, they wouldn’t care if you were about to throw up, drunkenly arguing with an ex or having a messy brawl with someone who you’ve always wanted to fell with a low blow. They would just keep on going, towering above the carnage all around. It’s remeniscient of Dan Deacon, if he was a bit more organic in his instrumentation and expanded his act to include 20 people all wearing goofy costumes.
The one-two of Snakebites and Grouphug just goes straight through you and sends you into a euphoric state of mind, and there are plenty of other moments that strike with similar results. My Favourite Hair is six minutes of psychedelic joy that features a superb drumming breakdown at the right moment (ie. right when the listener starts to think something epic might occur) and the piano tinkling of Go Directly To Space is the engine room for a song that starts off sparse and ends up upping its tempo into a heavenly dancefloor treat.
Yet there are times when the humungous layers of noise just collapse into one another and the resulting output is a whole lot of ‘blah’. It isn’t helped by the production which, whilst understandably low budget and no frills, is not exactly helpful at certain points. There are also some tracks that just don’t hit the mark in general. Iotdwykirthbr is a prime example of when all the conflicting chanting voices get a bit too much, and Snowday is too jarring and annoying for it to be worth the repeated listens.
It seems like a very ill-advised preconception to suggest that giving 20+ individuals instruments is merely going to end in utter chaos, because that would be wrong. It is utter chaos, but it’s also brilliantly energetic and exuberent, with enough wind in its sails to carry the listener along. They also have some pretty solid tunes under their belts. And yet, despite all of this, the general feeling after listening is that these guys are probably a completely different kind of band in a live setting. Until their next jaunt on UK shores, this is a decent substitute.