My journey to the centre of the Unearth continues!
Today the Gods of random number generators gave me the number 10, which means I shall review Baron Blackheart!
Good name!
Here’s what they have to say about themselves:
Baron Blackheart has essentially been a bedroom project for 2 musos who ended up in Canberra without their old bands. It’s all about writing songs, not labeled as rock, not indie, not anything in particular – just writing and playing music.
Alrighty, here’s what I have to say about them:
I am having trouble believing that these three songs came from one band.
Grindhouse is a really solid track. It makes me think of the Pixies. I like thinking of the Pixies. It’s got a heap of attitude and a whole bunch of energy. I really enjoyed it. I felt like the band knew how fun it was, and it wanted me to know it. It made me know how fun it was.
Then I heard Grey Skys. It wasn’t great. It’s not completely terrible, but it had none of the attitude, energy, or fun from that last song. There was very little to like about it, this is a really forgettable song. This does not feel to me like it was written by the same band that wrote Grindhouse.
This was written by a crappy band.
I moved onto the next song Burn It All Down hoping it would explain what was going on, or at least tilt the scales back in Baron Blackheart’s favour. I listened for a bit, then I realised I must have done something wrong. I was listening to the same song, this was Grey Skies. I must have made an error.
I went and looked again. Nope, no error. This was Burn It All Down. Maybe what happened was that I mistakenly played this instead of Grey Skies before, and now I was listening to it again. I went back and played Grey Skies again.
Again, no. I didn’t make a mistake at all. These two songs sound almost identical.
This band has one great song, and one awful song they put up twice.
I don’t get it.
Man I wish I scored these things out of a number that is divisible by 3, that would have made working out this score so much easier.
1.66666666667 stars.
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