Hard-Wired Other Review
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Ouch! Had to turn the volume down a bit for some Placebo-esque screetching on "Highways Of Gold", lots of highly camp theatrics going on here. Jaguar Love have an impassioned attitude, and sound like they're successfully channelling their frustration and disillusionment in a highly creative direction. It's great, actually. "Bats Over the Pacific Ocean" is a perfect 'lets get the hell outta here' anthem. 'I got evicted from my house; all my shit's on the lawn; everything I've owned since I was a baby turning grey in the sun.' It's youthful disillusionment and jadedness in search of truth and that indefinable "something else". A direction, a purpose... This is probably that point in life where you go off and join a yogic monastery perhaps, or take up yoga. "Humans Evolve Into Skyscrapers" is almost reminiscent of The White Stripes – is that a Hammond organ that I hear? "My Organ Sounds Like" is a raucous cacophony of hormones and frustration, a heart nearly bursting out of a chest in a tsunami of blood and unrequited love. 'Everything it hurts; everything it hurts' and there's no painkiller to salve the anguish. The CD booklet has some pretty entertaining illustrations too – featuring Siamese Twins, mating whales, and a family of owls. Beautiful!
Lively indie rawk with sensitivity. |
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