GIRLS
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Fantasy Trashcan/Turnstile – out now
WHEN listening to an album, whether we realise it or not, we are listening for the musical equivalent of a ‘sweet spot’, one track which lifts the band out of the doldrums and into the stratosphere, making them memorable for years to come. This track could be the first, second, in the middle, or at the very end, and a truly great piece of work will hit that sweet spot the whole way through.
For most, however, they will hope and pray that they come up with at least one awesome track per album if not five or six.
‘Father, Son, Holy Ghost’ bimbles along pleasantly enough for the first two tracks, then suddenly track three (charmingly named ‘Die’) slaps you round the face with a Led Zeppelin-style onslaught. ‘Yes,’ you think, ‘more of this please.’
Alas, it was not to be, as the rest of the album rather trails off into familiar dreary territory. The lyrics are memorable but the album – after reaching its high point early on – doesn’t seem to go anywhere, which is worrying as they could be relegated to one-hit wonders.
The thing I find most interesting about this band is that their Facebook page sports a tab labelled ‘Free Vomit’...