Thursday, March 29, 2007

A Self-Annihilating Nothing

Klaxons: Myths of the Near Future

Nu-Rave pioneers. The creators of a ‘Whole New’ sound and sub-genre. Strobe lights. Siren horns. Glow sticks. Youngsters with big silly hair who paint their faces and worship at the alter of the Mighty Boosch.

That’s all before you get down to anything as mundane as actually listening to the album. What you find is a cartoon version of the band you think Klaxons ought to be. Sitting comfortably on a shelf somewhere between Ballard, Mika and the Automatic. Or should that be Burroughs, the Scissors Sisters and Franz Ferdinand. Or maybe Pynchon, the Feeling and the Frattelis.

They dare to invoke the names of these legendary authors then make opaque music that has nothing to do with Interzone and everything to do with Ibiza. This is real world from now to infinity. The suspension of disbelief required is too great. I can’t help but see a bunch of middle class English boys making a self-conscious attempt at being ‘alternative’. Maybe that’s part of the joke, I’m just not getting it.

They’ve got the right uniform: it’s all very hip, very now, very ’07, the hair, the colours, the trousers. And they’ve read all the right books. But I hear none of the imagination. You’ve got to say something, or at least convey something and all I hear is a fashionable nothing (which might actually be a pertinent comment on the direction pop music, pop culture, pop in general is headed in, or perhaps always was at. Maybe it’s what you get when you elevate pop to the status of something worth writing, talking, discussing, debating about. Maybe if we ignore it and deride it, put it down, spit on every attempt it makes at relevance, pop (if we’re still aloud to call it that) will rebel with ideas, imagination, wit, colour and invention, the kind I remember, imagine or pretend it once had or has or can/might/could have. But that’s not my job, it’s something the older generation should be doing. Reeling back in horror at the sheer awfulness of it all and boring us with how it’s not like back in their day. I don’t want to sit and earnestly agree with self-satisfied olders. Maybe they’re the ones not doing their job. Helping us by not helping us. But I’m not sure I agree with that either. Maybe I’m too old for all of this. Maybe, the point I think I’m trying to make is that if Klaxons are what’s considered ‘alternative’ these days we really are in trouble, culturally speaking. They’re not nearly angry enough for a start. I see them sitting quite happily next to Franz, Kaisers and Killers. Maybe I'm projecting my own hang-ups onto a band that has nothing to do with any of this. Maybe I hate everything much more than I thought. Maybe it’s that I want to like this because almost everything about it (except the music) tells me that I should. But it still sounds like a beer wearing, football shirt eating, kebab swilling night out on the lash.

Like almost all of the homogenous, interchangeable bands that have been forced upon us in recent years Klaxons sound finished, airtight, seemingly fully-formed and boring as a result. You know the ones. They arrive with their own hermetically sealed ‘sound,’ already mastered, with nowhere to go from there. Where is the journey? A new artist is not the same as a 'New Artist'. It’s all so uniform, just one song from each of them would be enough. I Predict A Riot, Do You Want To, Chelsea Dagger, I Bet You Look Good (On The Dance Floor), Golden Skans, put a fork in it you’re done. Part of a producer’s package, heavily marketable, easily defined, labeled, and placed on a shelf alongside all the other commodity rockers. Maybe I’m too cynical (yes!) but when I listen to Klaxons, I have a lot of time for what I think they are trying to do, but I can’t help but think, “I don’t believe you.”)

Maybe I’m being a bit harsh with all these comparisons. They are in fact the missing link between the Spice Girls and Secret Machines (and anyone familiar with his writing will know I am most definately not the missing link between Paul Morley and Paul Morley, which in itself is very Paul Morley.)

Bottom line: It’s only a first album (though it sounds a lot like a first and last album) and even Radiohead started with Pablo Honey. Of course, all of this so-called criticism (that’s what I’m calling it at least) is a perverse kind of love letter to a band actually worth having an opinion about. While they don’t have the same wit as fellow nu-ravers Hot Chip, at least they’re trying something, which makes them worth several hundred Kooks.


Blogger Benjamin Nakizo said...

I've not heard the Klaxons but I know a bunch of people that rave about them.

Have you heard Lemmon Jelly? They are different if different is what you are looking for.

3:13 PM

Blogger Benjamin Nakizo said...

Sorry to sort of spam your comments but I just read something great.

According to ... Bart Sibrel, the chap behind the 'they faked the moon landings' thing - Kubrick was the guy that directed the fake landings. And that clues are littered throughout his films.

Have you heard of this? Sounds ace.

Paul is dead, right?

4:00 PM

Blogger Eric said...

Yes, I have heard that it was Kubrick who faked the moon landings, and it does sound brilliant.

Also, sinse I wrote this review I have completely changed my mind about Klaxons. I now believe them to be THE sound of 2007. Real good stuff. Raving is the word. Not that the post is very much about Klaxons. Now I read it back its more to do with almost a lot of people who aren't Klaxons. Amended review, possibly, to follow.

7:51 AM

Blogger Benjamin Nakizo said...

You're kidding me! I have been avoiding them for ages - all cos of you!

Bah. Never trust the press ;)

4:29 PM

Blogger Eric said...

haha! Classic.

6:00 AM


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