Unpopular Advent 2015 - Day 19: Salad Boys - 'Metalmania'
If the Pop Carousel alluded to in yesterday’s entry were fully functioning then I expect that Salad Boys should have a few more years left in them yet. ‘Metalmania’ certainly is the sound of a young (trust me, compared to me, a lot of groups fall into this category) gang delightedly exploring their record collections and making a glorious, cacophonous righteous racket. Forced to hazard a guess as to what the contents of those collections might be I would suggest the likes of Straitjacket Fits; Clean (and actually, yes, they have performed as David Kilgour’s back band); Verlaines; oh, any and many number of those classic ‘Dunedin’ sounds of the flighty Flying Nun back catalogue; Pavement; Feelies; Velvet Crush all crushed out and rusty. It’s all hazy sunshine, drizzling dampness and electric sharpness. Euphoric melancholy.
One rather expects that the reality of what’s in Salad Boys heads is more informed by the Metal alluded to in the album title, but this record is so infectiously driven by great tunes and the brilliant brevity of Pop that one might also suggest that such an imagined reality is a million glorious miles away from the noise that I hear when I play it. If that even makes sense. Which it probably doesn’t, for which I claim artistic license.
Longest number by some way is the magnificent centrepiece ‘No Taste Bomber’. A splendidly spiralling sound that spins in and around itself like a neon whirlwind, this number is what I imagine Buffalo Tom would have sounded like had they attempted to cover Loop instead of The Jam. Or ‘Sensitive’ played by The Feelies. Imagine that. It is a song that you want to last forever, lost in the spectral cacophony of its own imploding noise.