Song reviews

The D.O.O.D. are quite clearly a metal band yet, underneath the monster riffs and dramatic posturing, “Final Girl” - dare I say it? - infuses humour into the black leather theatricality expected of the genre. It’s over the top and down the other side.

A mellow ramble through the more adventurous past days of the rock pantheon, Vamberator nonetheless keep “Sleep The Giant of Sleeps” right on the track for a full five minutes. I’m sure there’s deeper meaning in there too.

Taking the manic, but ironically infused, use of repetition as the proverbial means to an end, Glasgow’s How To Swim kick the post punk football that is their song “Magazine” about the park for a bit and then put it squarely in the back of the net. Score!

Energetic nineties style rock from The Young Scones and “Bone” duly takes us on a beer drinking and riff heavy frenzy with a nice singalong chorus to ensure that the band gets their point across. It would be only right to call this is good time music.

This one is interesting. The sound is garage, perhaps even grungy, but the urban angst contained within “We Are So Alike”, diluted as it is with frustration and anger, lifts Rain On Fridays straight out of the shadows and into the light.

Old school blues rock from Ben Hemming and “Thorns”, whilst giving us more of the same, still rolls with an integrity that most modern pretenders cannot muster. If you like riffs to go with your beer then this will be the song for you.

indie rock in the old school style from Sweden’s The Search and “Pick Me Up” duly, and very smoothly, integrates all those familiar guitar moves and meaningful lyrics into a song that still manages to sound fresh.

Glasgow veterans Marshall Chipped keep it strictly downbeat for the five minutes or so of “The Architect” with enough in the way of strident guitars to let those who remember the style signature to jump on the song’s serious retro vibe.

Middle of the road seems to be the place to be these days and that’s where El Sartel have taken up residence. “Take It From Me” plays out with the kind of commercial polish that makes for both radio airplay and happy housewives.

Another band from the past rises from the rose tinted mist of days gone by and The Cowboy Mouth duly demonstrate that they have not forgotten how to put a polished pop song together. “The Swimmer” is just that.

This one makes for a bit of a change. “Escape” hits the dancefloor in the unmistakeable EDM way with Katharina Pustka using her violin to add a bit of class into the mix even if the jarring edit at about 02:30 sounds out of place.

Solidly angular, Death Sells prowl the punk shadows with their song “MF”. I can hear guitars. I can hear anger. I can hear the voice of a woman on a mission. I will feel this song more if I turn the volume up. I do just that.