Skeptical Cats, eh? This group should change it's name
to Schizoid Cats, because this album demonstrates the split personality
inherent in the group. The album contains some excellent tracks: "Upside
Down" and "Opaque" evoke early Sparks; "Quad Circus"
calls to mind Jethro Tull (with some fine flute playing, by the way) while
"Easy Street" sounds like 60's Pink Floyd. However, none of these
fine tracks come within an ass's roar of "Slight Of Hands", a
Ben Folds Five soundalike (so they *have* been listening to contemporary
music, then...) which has a fabulous piano-driven intro and comes complete
(at no extra cost to you, dear listener) with a swing like an elephant's
dick. Ah, but then... The group churns out this appalling R 'n' B based
twaddle that I can only categorize as "pub-rock lite". Inoffensive,
workman-like, "good-time music"; fine stuff to play at frat-house
dances if you don't mind the audience ignoring you while they get pissed
on various unspecified toxic concoctions. "Whiskey Breakfast"
is typical of this genre, while "Moonnrise In Bombay" can be filed
under "ethnic 'pub-rock lite'". The album typifies for me the
classic problem with self-produced, self-financed music. You've paid through
the nose to record all these damn tracks; economics dictates that you've
got to slap 'em all on the album, irrespective of quality. Leaving aside
the songwriting quality control issue, many of the poorer tracks are not
helped by lackluster instrumentation, frankly dopey backing vocals and an
overall deficiency in aplomb. But, hey, I'm a grumpy old fucker, anyway.
Skeptical Cats are probably a very good live band and there is some excellent
material on RECORD RECORD. Ultimately, though, it would have made a brilliant
EP. - Daniel Prendiville
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