Here ’ s the real take: t he Darkness released at least one more kinda good album, 2005 ’ s absurdly titled, ludicrously expensive ( £ 1 million! ) One Way Ticket to Hell… and Back. It would seem as if t he Darkness ’ critical reappraisal is underway or possibly even complete they ’ ve gone from one-hit wonders to one-great-debut-album wonders. I ’ m not alone in my tender feelings for this album - that ’ s why this article is being published here and not on my personal blog. But there is something to be said about Permission’s gobsmacking consistency it is merely divided into songs that rock extremely hard - namely, the flawless pentalogy of “ Black Shuck, ” “ Get Your Hands Off My Woman, “ Growing On Me, ” “ I Believe in a Thing Called Love ” and “ Love on the Rocks With No Ice ”- and songs that rock slightly less. That is not to say that those bands are bad at all - certainly the peaks on virtually any Queen album are much higher than those reached on Permission to Land, and a lot of t he Darkness ’ influences hail from the era when predatory record companies demanded artists release a constant stream of new material, which doesn ’ t exactly make for flawless records. The gnarled hesher record store clerks and failed music writers in my network will likely crucify me for this one but I ’ d argue that very few of t he Darkness ’ obvious influences - with the exceptions of Thin Lizzy, Guns ’ n Roses and, if you have the stomach for Ayn Rand apologetics, Rush - made records as consistent as Permission to Land. “ They sort of sound like Queen, ” you say? Queen ’ s best album - 1975 ’ s A Night at the Opera - is marred by at least two dreadful, non-Freddie Mercury songs: Drummer Roger Taylor ’ s “ I ’ m In Love With My Car, ” which is literally a song about fucking a car, and guitarist Brian May ’ s rinky-dink vaudeville pastiche “ Good Company. Unlike the wan algorithm-core of Greta Van Fleet, however - a band that really is just the musical manifestation of that pre-stressed “ Led Zeppelin tour ’ 77 ” shirt that was a LAN party staple when I was growing up - t he Darkness in their heyday were often better than the real thing. In the US it hit store shelves less than a month before School of Rock ’ s theatrical release, and it ’ s hard for me to separate the two. Permission to Land arrived at a time when classic rock possessed some weird cachet with white pre-teens. I listened to it over and over and over and over again. The first album I ever bought with my own (allowance) money was Permission to Land, the Darkness ’ staggeringly great debut LP. I was a budding snob but I was not beyond listening to CDs in my Discman. He showed me the “ I Believe in a Thing Called Love ” music video with the lasers and spaceships and I was immediately hooked. It was through Todd that I first heard of the Darkness. I got chills the first time I heard “ Bohemian Rhapsody. In the car, we would alternate between Grandaddy and Shins CDs and 107.5 FM, Portland ’ s premiere ‘ 70s and ‘ 80s pop radio station at the time. ” I got lucky: Todd - my new pseudo-dad - was a fount of musical information. ) At the end of 2003 I started spending most of the week with foster parents - I told my school counselor that my parents decided they “ didn ’ t want me anymore. ( Please do not go looking for posts I made on message boards 15 years ago and discover something to cancel me over.
#Darkness album review how to
I learned how to use the internet and became ensconced in its little pre-social media sanctuaries - message boards, chat rooms - kickstarting my lifelong interest in shit-posting and exchanging artist recommendations with strange men. My adolescent recusancy corresponded to my newfound obsession with music - rock music, in particular. I had learned that authority was bad and stupid and most of the time spineless too, so there were no real, material consequences for defying public school mores. I would fart really loudly in my band elective because it made people laugh. At school, I had referrals in the double digits, was resigned to spending every lunch in detention and was sent to the principal ’ s office at least once for belting out show tunes at the top of my lungs. I am frequently nostalgic for the sixth grade, a period in my life when I was no doubt a source of great misery for everyone around me. Home > It Holds Up: The Darkness - ‘Permission to Land’ It Holds Up: The Darkness - ‘Permission to Land’
0 kommentar(er)
