Fourteen minutes? Fourteen minutes? But I was just starting to like you. Leaving the customer always wanting more is one of the core diktats of entertainment and on this mini-album / maxi-single (single, album?) We Will Be Pilots pay close attention to that basic commandment.
Six tracks of punky intent, sneered vocals and anger all carefully arranged to come in, cause a bit of trouble, then piss off less than quarter of an hour later.
Punky? Sneery? Angry? You think I’m going to mention something about John Lydon now don’t you. Well, I’m not. So hah! You are left wondering whether the vocalist did something to offend his bandmates though, because it sounds like his contribution was recorded via megaphone. In a different room. It adds to the aesthetic though, and the whole glorious mess sounds vaguely emo except devoid the bouts of maudlin self-inspection that nobody really likes anyway and with the energy levels amped towards the heavens.
Geisha probably stands up highest, sounding like the Pixies being pushed down a hill, guitars gaining buzzy momentum until the big fiery end where they crash into a deep ravine leaving limbs and instruments strewn everywhere. It also has a fantastically nonsensical shout of”I am a Geisha”, which I severely doubt. Although it could be metaphorical, or explained later on. It’s muffled lyrics versus my poor hearing again.
Six tracks, equates to half an album. Half an album equates to half a review, in my world, so that’s all you’re getting. But you don’t really need any more as, like the record, I’ve said all I’ve got to say in half the time. Worth fighting for? Maybe not quite yet, but definitely worth signing the petition and asking to be kept updated over any new developments.