Shush - 'Soundtrack Of My Life' (Ruby Records) Print E-mail
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Written by Gaz E   
Wednesday, 13 October 2010 05:00

shushSticking a woman stage front and centre as the focal point of your band means, give or take a few million other trivialities, that you want two things to happen - for the women to want to be her and for the men to want to be with her. A clod of a generalization but, hey, what in this rock 'n' roll world isn't?

 

I can only vouch for one of the above but, and I have to try and keep this clean, Shush have succeeded. If Milena Yum has, as one of a slew of stage-owning übervixens, previously had this effect on you as a member of AntiProduct then, obviously, you already know that of which I speak. If all of this is new to you then I dare you to slap 'Soundtrack Of My Life', the infectious debut from Shush, onto your stereogram and not fall hook, line and sinker for it.

 

The best thing about this album is that at no point whilst listening to it (and I have happily listened to it many times since it turned up for review) have I felt compelled to compare it to any other band or album featuring a female vocalist. I've just felt a real base-level need to sing along, get the air guitar out of its mothballed air case, throw shapes and, get this, smile. Remember when records used to make us smile? Before life made us bitter and battered, before we anally-analysed Every. Fucking. Word. Of. Every. Fucking. Pop. Song. We used to get our rocks off to records. Sure, we can blame this music moroseness on certain bands from the Nineties who formed a scab over everyone's lust for life, but picking away at that scab in that decade were a couple of bands who always made me smile (until the inevitable splits, of course) and whose legacies continue to do so. Legacies that I hear spattered over the non-existent grooves of this great new album from Shush : I speak of The Wildhearts and Honeycrack. Two bands forever linked for a number of reasons, one of them being that they were both awesome. And I hear echoes of each on this album; the heavy riffs and seductive hooks of Ginger and Co. and the sparkling pop flytraps of Willie Dowling.

 

Opener 'Do What I Want' - you may have already shaken your booty to the video to this track - gets things moving and you hardly have time to catch your breath until the final track of this dirty dozen - the OTT heaviness of 'You Will Never Get' - fades out, leaving you shakily reaching for the repeat button. Platform shoe-horned in between are ten tracks of bubblegum flavoured guitar pop that are electric with potential - three minute time bombs ticking away, waiting to shower you in molten melody, candy-coated catchiness and red hot riffola. Find me a song released this year catchier than 'Shout' and I'll give you a prize - that prize will, however, be a big fuck-off badge with the legend "Liar" scrawled across it in the blood of your first born. Songs like 'You You Me Me' might offer musical throwbacks to decades gone by, but they do so with an innocence and a layer of modern sound sprayed on by means of protection. There's a whiff of saccharine-sweet love gone bad familiarity about 'Stay', but there's also a whiff of the 'Generation Terrorists' era guitar work of James Dean Bradfield (and not just on this tune).

 

Let's recap : AntiProduct, Honeycrack, The Wildhearts, early Manic Street Preachers - if those names don't resonate with you already then perhaps these words are wasted on you. I won't, then, waste more on persuading you to check this great album out. You should want to hear it, want to love it. If you, like The Arrows, like Joan Jett, like me, love rock 'n' roll then you should be already counting down the minutes until you can buy this album.

 

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