andrew wk - the wolf
"i'm trying to write the most exciting song ever"
andrew wk.
so to re-cap. pomp rock's premier playboy has been touring for, like, ever since the release of his debut lp,"i get wet". it sold sweet fa over here (where it was most hyped) but he's gone on to become something of a cult superstar in the u.s. and a pop icon in japan- this is the man who last month completed a 24 hour signing session in tokyo. his latest lp, superbly titled the wolf, has been released to the same fawning reviews of his last effort but to little of the hype that greeted it. good. let people discover music, not have it shoved down their throats. especially when it's as fine as this.
i read in some unfortunate rag the opinion that a wk should get massive off the back of the darkness. please. those slimey, skinny, weasely pub rockers aren't fit to kiss the awkster's pristine white pumps! the darkness are a bunch of balding, forty somethings who sound like axl roses' wet beer farts whilst mr. wk is a strapping all american, with a talent as big as his heart and a smile as wide as the pacific. now who the fuck are you gonna choose in the battle of hair-metal?!
ok, so the darkness have, like totally, cleaned up sales wise. fuck that. the wolf is where it's at. this is what we're talking about here people. an album that is better (please believe) then i get wet. you know the kinda shit you get embarrassed about when you're caught singing along or playing air drums to it? you know? ok! meatloaf, queen, the theme from karate kid, def leopard, van halen, dirk diggler's band in boogie nights. processed guitars, stacked pianos, sweat bands, high fiving you best friends, drinking budweiser from those hats with straws on them, the a team, atari 2600 (with super hang on - awesome!), no shit instrumental gay-ass bits, just hooks all over the shop, kit from nightrider, skinny skateboards, calling everyone 'dude' - even chicks, that bit in transformers the movie when hot rod turns into rodimus prime and it makes you wanna cry 'cause you know he is gonna whoop major decepticon ass to a soundtrack of extremely appropriate majestic 80s metal. yes!
you get the picture. i guess if you didn't get it then you wont get it now. which is shame, cause how you indie bores can put up with smelly, retro, kangaroo fucking wank like jet whilst the metal press big up prog- pretentious, millionaire angst like a perfect circle is a fucking crime. your loss. its like the great man says on power ballad, 'really in love',
i get you/you get me/we get us.
(as reviewed by rich from junkboy)