THE SICK LIVERS-
Motors, women, drugs, booze and killing
I feel like I have a sick liver. Seems the inevitable way to start
this review. Looking at a picture of this band, self professed ‘aging
Welsh hipster twats’, I only wonder what in the line of any of
the album title factors do they spend a lot of time on. Unless they
are mechanics. In which case, if they’re drug-addled, sex-addict,
alcoholic murderer mechanics, I think I might try the nice bloke down
the road. Anyway, where were we? The Sick Livers have introduced me
to ‘glunk’ rock. What the eff is that? Indeed, you may well
ask. Apparently, it’s a mixture of glamorous punk. Yes, really.
I know. Really goes with the aging twats moniker, doesn’t it?
And, as I’ve never heard of glunk, I would liken The Sick Livers
to traditional punk rockers for their one-tempo, one-chord songwriting
style. The vocals sound a bit like Offspring, the lyrics and music,
er, don’t. You get the idea of what sort of sound they’re
going for with song titles like ‘Give me the drugs’ and
‘Bummed to death’ in that people their age who still like
to break out and pogo about for a bit before the wife notices would
enjoy it but we’re not making any political statements here,
unless they’re very subtle and I’m too tired and my liver’s
too sick for me to notice. I imagine it’s quite the thing in
Wales. They would like this there. Good solid pubk music. And yes,
that’s is punk to be played in a pub. Good times.
Released 24th June, 2013. I’ve been in hiding. Sorry.
