Taking their name from a poem by Laurence Binyon, Lubec's EP is a strange rough beast. From the far too recessed and often inconfident Ric Ocasek-like vocals to the twinkling piano (or is that a guitar?) top lines, this mishmosh boasts a brash approach and some great ideas bridging wall-of-sound rock with pop, but the recording job is so fucked up that the experience becomes a grinding trial rather than a pleasure. Guitarist Eddie Charlton pounces like a tiger in power chords and zippiness, pinning the VU meters, and the energy level is oft exhilarating, with intriguing change-ups and Ubu-esque squonk side noises, but, really, who the hell documented the mess? There's no excuse for such a muddy process, not with the cheapness of a decent set-up nowadays, unless the gooey, echoey, disjointed approach was purposefully taken, and then it's just a matter of someone with their head up a place heads should not be. More, either jettison the singer or buy him a few vocal lessons. The age of don't-give-a-shit DIY is over.
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