With the demise of Oasis and the wilderness wanderings of the Arctic Monkeys, lad rock is in crisis. Kasabian are now the de facto headliners and not even the partial ascent of The Courteeners can keep the huddled masses quiet.
Into the breach step Detroit Social Club, formerly a one-man band for singer-songwriter David Burn and since expanded into a full-on screamadelic collective. They’re already being billed as the great new hope for the festival scally, and for once that isn’t the instant death curse it otherwise would (and should) be.
DSC’s sonic touchstones should have the geezer-indie connoisseur salivating, as their sumptuous tracks combine Kasabian-esque swagger and Monkeys-issue wordplay with a Doves-ish melancholy. But between Burn’s gruff vocal and the atmosphere of gently progressive psychedelia, the effect is rather like an early (pre-fame) Verve album performed by Elbow.
What’s most admirable about the album is the number of different directions it chooses to wander off in. Take single ‘Kiss the Sun’, which employs slow-burning dynamics, building from a whisper to a quietly disco-ish scream. It says a lot about their already considered songcraft that the flourishes of sitar, electronic burbles and mid-tune meanders sound fitting rather than forced. However, its wilful and inconsistent nature means this is a textbook grower of an album.
Although it’s perhaps lacking in immediate visceral thrills, Existence is a rewarding new arrival worth taking time to get to know.
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