This is a built-up, dropped-out ditty that impatiently tugs at you at full volume, and urges you to run, to hurry up and move before you become a total zombie!!!
The two hook lines “Let’s go see Raoul”, and “Let’s go back to work” (no, it isn’t quite as simple as one hook line with one word changed!) are dead effective as the emotional co-ordinates of this choppy, off kilter guitar anthem, but the lyrics all sound pretty fine amidst the sonic trickery, with the screaming backing vocals and huge bass sound sounding like a race against time.
Reduced to bass guitar and basic but mental percussion, the heartbeat pounds for us all to hear as the urgency mounts slowly but surely.
One of those records where you may think ‘Yeah, heard one, heard ‘em all’.
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Think again. Your second listen will tell you that this would blow the lid right off a commercial radio station, and then the whole record begins to occupy a place in your soul.
This is deep, and deceptively clever, and the song is belting, whether you’re a rock/noise/metal fan, or not. Add to that the crystal clear production, and you have something that is out to gently (but forcefully, and with full volume) subvert and stretch the lame and painfully restricted mainstream playlists until they are forced to come out with their hands-up, to redefine what’s hot or not.
http://www.theautomatic.co.uk/
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