dragons - here are the roses
i love a band that arenít afraid to sound like
their record collections, and given that the dragons main
players are men with history, (dark star, and levitation
i believe) then you just know that they are making music that delves into
their own personal hormonally charged experiences.
in fact, if a band choose wisely, the copyright
free results are often more enjoyable than the source material from which the
pilfering has been perpetrated. which in the case of dragons,
is very nearly the case.
basically, the entry point for devotion to
this band has to be a love of all things epic and dark.
across the debut album we get pummelling peter
hook bass lines, depeche mode styled bombast, gothic
guitars that reach for the outer limits of your leeds postcodes, and a deep
bad mood male vocal that cements the atmospheric mood with a glut of irony and
the reference points are blaringly obvious : sisters
of mercy give the underlying throb of condition itís
urgency, the cult (she sells sanctuary era) guitar
lines are littered here and there, and i suspect that there are depeche
mode fans finding the seedy obedience a fine time waster
until their heroes deliver a new album.
while the magpie nature of the ten tracks on offer
by dragons may deter those wanting originality, i have to
admit, set in amongst the current glut of happy go lucky indie pop thatís
filling the racks, this album is a perfect bad tempered antidote, especially
when just as you begin to become weary of the monochromatic nature, the mood
is lightened slightly by the stadium enormity that is lonely tonight that
will have people in rapture given the right setting.
beautifully seductive dark music for the teenage
misfits that have yet to venture into the dusty archives.
more detail : here
(official site) ó here