The Fake Lazy Supernovas want you to kick off your shoes and go dancing on the beach, apparently. And they boast the legendary Bob Harris amongst their fans. Now that’s quite a claim. But they also list The Scissor Sisters amongst their influences. Well, more precisely, they claim to have ‘taken a little vintage David Bowie and ripped it apart with some Scissor Sisters, then stuck it on a Broadway stage with the cast of Funk Angels Say Yeah.’
The result is every bit as painful as one might expect. The music is smooth and summery, I’ll give it that. But it’s slick and overproduced and rather smug-sounding muso-music that meanders along effortlessly but unremarkably, as often seems to happen when the list of contributing personnel becomes a roll-call. Yes, they can play, these muso types, but all too often, lack creative vision. This single definitely supports this belief.
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‘Golden Boy’ is abrim with musical clichés: funky slap bass, clean, crisp guitars, a touch of flamenco, backing vocals and harmonies that drift in and out in countless layers and countless incidentals from bongos and maracas to water drips which are as distracting as they are unnecessary.
The second track, ‘That’s the Day’ is another slick smoocher, which sees main man Richard Lamplough ‘schmuzing away in front of a singing selective’ (it says so in the sleeve notes) but with some truly terrible ragga vocals thrown into the mix for extra cringe.
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