Franco-Italo lo-fi that hits the spot, get it right here. And fear not – 99% of the songs are sung in English.
With album artwork redolent of The Dwarves, albeit in cartoon form, JC Satan‘s love of all things garage and many things Beelzebub related are evident on the 17 tracks on Sick Of Love (the latter four originally released as the Satan EP). Lazy days spent with good company in the sack under the influence of your drug or drugs of choice are a common theme (‘Your Place’, ‘Itaca’), poppier, singalong territory is covered by the likes of ‘I’ll Be There’ and ‘Adventure Boat’.
‘Prehistoric Love’ comes on like The Action Swingers on acid. The quintet have carved themselves out a unique niche within the relative genre to which they nominally belong though and they’re collective length of time in the business of making darkly psychedelic musical offerings pays off in spades.
You’ll probably though have to already be a fan of this sort of thing to enjoy this, and even then it may not get many listens, as for all it’s obvious class it lacks staying power. As evidence of that this review has taken over two weeks to write through a general lack of the album as a whole making more than the surface impressions already set down. It’s undeniably enjoyable but in no way the “apocalyptic masterpiece” the accompanying press release makes out.
With the mass of music available today this is understandable – increasingly the bands who set knickers dripping one year (or even just over a summer) are basically nobodies by the time they’ve toured the first album to death and written a mediocre second one, without even the hope of splitting up and reforming rekindling their popularity and the slim likelihood of a “Solid Gold Noughties Indie” showcase too far in the future to avoid having to sign on (or live off the family riches if you believe all the current “posh bands” coverage, at least for UK acts).
So yeah, this is good but will you still be playing it in 2012?