OK they got me again, despite my aversion to ‘intro tracks’ in this case I will allow one that introduces the band like an awards show before storming into the wonderfully sleazy slice of hook-laden Rock that is ‘Murder Couture.’
This is one of those albums that you immediately know if you love that first track how you’re going to relate the the album, and as usual with these guys I love it, Rock and Roll that is fun, full of life and made to move and sing along to. Music that not only has a pulse, but music that gets your pulse racing. Music that is the soundtrack of a great night out and a good time for all, that is what Suicide Bombers deliver again on ‘Murder Couture.’
The title track itself is a minor Glam masterpiece an its followed up nicely by ‘Kings & Queens’ a stomp-along sleazy sing-along, before ‘So Bad’ adds a little ‘racing down the highway’ hard rock and roll, with a suitably sizeable hook.
And the party keeps on keeping on with the eerily familiar sounds of the mid-paced punk rocker ‘Love Disasters’ a song that somehow manages to meld Sleaze, Pop Punk and good old Rock and Roll and come out with a song that almost reminds me of a band like American Hi-Fi seen via a sleazy haze.
‘Night That Never Ends’ starts with a scream and another killer riff that shouts ‘Sunset Strip’ whilst ‘We Don’t Negotiate With Terrorists’ takes a harder edge and attempts one of the more unusual lyrical subjects on the album, it’s the only song I’m still on the fence with here. Normality is resumed for the uber-catchy ‘End of The Story.’
On an album that takes no prisoners in the name of good time rock and roll, we roll out with three of the best. First hits is the mid-paced ‘Worlds Without End’ which is a great song and has some wonderful guitar, then ‘Sleepless Elite’ wakes you out of your slumber to get that foot tapping and head nodding before you find yourself inexplicably out on the dance floor; before ‘Mad Man’ closes out with a bang and nights of neon and glitter. I love these guys and you will too.
After the wonderful ‘Suicide Idols’ a couple of years back Norway’s finest are back with another great slice of Sleazy action. Think Faster Pussycat on a night out with Pretty Boy Floyd, you get the picture…