Chances are you've heard The Concrete's single, You Can't Hurry Love, probably seen the clip on Rage too. All cute and cartoonish and quirky. The song goes OK, I suppose, but by the end of a whole album I had the sort of feeling I usually get after one Marella Jube too many.
The music world has poppets galore and unless The Concrete's find some magic formula, I'm thinking only one word; Frente.
Joe Tangari of Pitchfork does the business. I think.
The Concretes - The Concretes
Rating: 8.1The logistics of rock 'n' roll aren't glamorous. While Page, Plant, Jones & Bonham were getting ink for the holes they left in hotel room walls, some poor schlub who worked for the band was on the phone, discussing terms of payment for damages. And when that call ended, he had to make sure the trucks hit the road for the next city on time. Most big tours are actually registered corporations, and they're insured out the ass, but chances are, no one in the audience knows that, because it's just not what people want to hear about their music.
Apparently the review is about The Concretes.
Perhaps I should have gone with the review out of Uncut which concludes: "The best thing to come out of Sweden for a while - apart from Porn."
AGB Rating - Pass
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