| The Factory - 'Self Titled' (Acetate Records) |
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| CD Reviews |
| Written by Dom Daley |
| Saturday, 01 October 2011 05:30 |
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After only a few songs you're wondering how on God's green earth didn't this band make a big splash in the rock 'n' roll universe on the strength of the music alone? I'd put them in with The Joneses for writing great songs yet managing to slip under the radar of the general public. Sure, some make it through the trenches and some fall along the way, I get that and that's the way it's always been, but fuck me I'm a lovin' this. 'True Romance' has a harmonica honkin' over some more late '70s 'Some Girls' vibe (I must admit when I read the comparisons to the late '70s era Stones I was a little sceptical but you can feel it in the music for sure). A great overdriven riff and smart solo work compliments the Gob-iron superbly. 'Ecstacy' begins with some honkin' horns before drifting towards a '50s inspired quick step; this wouldn't sound out of place wedged onto Stiv's 'Disconnected' album. You get the impression that this a band that knows their way around a rock 'n' roll history book and then they've poured that onto this here album all mashed up and looking for a good time. If the Joneses were still a going concern then they'd have loved to have penned 'Girl That I Want'. 'Love To Dance' is like 'Is Nothing Sacred' era Lords Of The New Church mixed up with some John Taylor or Japan bass spanking with a wild chart-tastic sax weaving its way right through this bad boy.
A wonderful one night stand with some down 'n' dirty rock 'n' roll. Buy this album; turn up the stereo; tune in drop out and enjoy The Factory coz these bad boys were/are hip shaking horn honkin' riff 'n' rollin' cats who have the best bits under their fingernails and have poured them all over this wonderful record for our listening pleasure. Buy it now!
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