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The Darkness, Hot Cakes
Wind-Up Records, Aug. 21

08/09/12



It’s a little depressing that a crew that can so adeptly pull off this sound — a little bit Big Star, a little bit Sweet, a lot of bit glam — has to lower itself to being pretty much a joke band in order to put up good numbers in this anti-artistic era. But then again, The Darkness isn’t such a depthless font of talent that it deserves much more than a footnoted mention in whatever heavy metal bible is being written nowadays. The first wee-wee joke comes right out of the gate at “Every Inch of You,” whose main purpose appears to be hearing what it sounds like when a banned word for wee-wees is sung in a soaring crazy falsetto. Go on ya knuckleheads, get outta here, right?  What can’t be denied is that this band — which really, truly, madly sucked up until this album — has found a home for itself, somewhere between Fun and Mindless Self Indulgence, I suppose; the songs are stupid and loud and listenable enough. And just to stick it to guys like me, they resurrected Kiss engineer Bob Ezrin to make it sound too authentic to hate. B+ —Eric W. Saeger






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