After listening to this album a few times, trying to get a sense of where it comes from and what it’s trying to say, but knowing nothing about the group and paying scant attention to anything but the sounds, I’m not surprised to discover that the title of the album is A Weekend in the City. This album clearly does not come from a place where there are trees or sunshine. But instead comes from a place where there is lots of beer, concrete, cocaine, and 25 year-old male angst and energy.
A Weekend in the City has a ceaseless hyper-busy mix of driving, relentless semi-electro drum beats, keys, riffs, pretty-boy hair cuts, terrible geezer accents, almost-offensive self-confidence, and other “Nu Skool Brit guitar band” qualities and characteristics. The band’s website uses the words an “unashamed celebration of the liberation of hedonism”. Personally, I’d describe it more as immature “everythingness”. In fact, I feel like the producer, Jacknife Lee (of U2 and Snow Patrol fame) should’ve known better, and should have pulled the reins in a bit every now and then to give the album more depth and less franticness. But then again, maybe it’s just a sign that I’m not a 25 year old lad, and what I find a rather exhausting listen is what others find exhilarating.
I think that the most disappointing thing about this album is that it lacks slightly in stand-out tracks that have strong hooks or draw the listener in. Or, perhaps, maybe the problem is actually that there are too many tracks that all try so hard, are all so full-on, so in-your-face and so hook-heavy that the listener gets over it real quick.
This album is quantity. Not quality.
2 stars.