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Shed Seven - Instant Pleasures

posted 8 Jan 2018, 04:01 by Scene Alba Magazine   [ updated 8 Jan 2018, 04:58 ]
4 Stars
Now are the days of the unlikely returns. Some bands have phoenix’ed it beautiful this year, Ride, LCD Soundsystem and Slowdive leap to mind having not only re-animated their own cadavers but produced three of the best albums of the year but can a lower tier Britpop band like Shed Seven quantuum leap into 2017 and dazzle?

If you take into consideration that Shed Seven aren’t interested in making a slow-burning, atmospheric intellectual rock masterpiece then the answer is, why yes, they’ve bounced back with energy and even their laddish swagger is yet to be affected by arthritis.

‘Instant Pleasures’ will appeal to fans of jaunty indie rock made to be sung at full lung volume in a sweaty venue. And it’s a pretty consistent album too, mostly rockers in the traditional Shed Seven mould. Stones influenced ‘Star Crossed Lovers’ and opener ‘Room in My House’ both have the stuff to sit next to ‘Disco Down’ or ‘Dolphin’ in the ranks of the band’s most raucous rockers.

That said there is a touch of growing up  on the album, ‘It’s Not Easy’ has an ache that’s not really been in evidence before even if it does skate dangerously close to Coldplay at times.
The inevitable ballads have their day on the album, right where you expect them too (In the middle and one near the end) ‘Better Days’ is the sorrowful, string drenched lament while ‘Hang On’ is the big busty one with the Muscle Shoals vibes complete with the horn section and the soulful backing singers.
Speaking of singers Rick Witter, the band’s tonsil wrangler seems to reign it in a tad on this outting, the yelling approach has been ousted for a slightly mellower approach (note I said SLIGHTLY mellower, he’s not about to serenade you from a stool on a prime time BBC special anytime soon)

‘Instant Pleasures’ is Shed Seven looking back and refining all the elements that their fans want and polishing them up for offering, the band know their audience and their place in music as such they’ve played a blinder. Fine art it is not, but as a ballsy, fun comeback it’s a successful counterpoint to the more intellectual returns of this year.