By Jonathan Bradwell
‘The King Blues’ are recurrently characterized as an acoustic performance; they Personify the likes of ‘Frank Turner’ and the more listenable items from ‘You me at Six’. Although the group have bundles more to bid than ballads, this is where the band stands… Give or take the odd succulent riff and shrill vocal, ‘The King Blues’ mature as a forerunner to ‘The Gaslight Anthem’. Their appearances reflect a different mentality however, making it tough to guess how flowing and practicable they are: After all, since when have Shades, neckerchiefs around your mouth and denim being the garments of ostentatious punk? Never?
After just one listen to the tracks “Boulder” and chivalrous underdog song “The Schemers, the Scroungers and the Rats”, it omits a faculty of cohesiveness and deference to a specifically practised craft: Something anti establishment punk in antediluvian years has been scarce to demonstrate. With ‘Jonny ‘Itch’ Fox’ bringing the melodies in a half pop half punk aberrant manner, this album promptly becomes one of the most listenable punk takings over the past decade. Making sure the band don’t get snagged on conceptions of bureaucracy, ‘Jonny’ takes the band to all passages of lyrical speculation within the inaugural five tracks.
Four tracks in and a violin fortified contrivance of musical amour breathes into the pallet. “Underneath this Lamppost light” is a narrative propelled scrutiny of working class love affairs, endowed with nothing short of awe-inspiring musicianship. Subsuming a percolating and lecherous violin with the gritty backdrop of ‘Jamie Jazz’ and ‘Ade Preston’s’ guitars is a piece of musicianship not many bands that have been operative for just six years could increment. With one album before “Save the world, get the girl”, to reach this polished level can be nothing short of carefully delineating them for a sprightly album number three.
Feasibly a quest to divulge to a younger more predisposed audience, “Let’s hang the Landlord” is a revelry anthem with a jocular vehemence, and a befitting touch of sinister meaning for precious measure. The chorus jests “If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, we can live here forever without a care”. Just from this one line amid numerous other mid tracks, it stands out and dazzles like a sign of eagerness to us that Punk has its vivacity, its purport and its gallantry back: Grappled in the clutched hands of these six youngsters… about time too.
Enclosing a felicitously choleric hitting sound using contemporary instruments is elaborating to somewhat a mania. Like “Mumford and Sons”, this attitude alerted horde of working class hero’s have joined the executive of those bands that predominate beyond supposition in this modern adaption of a once waning style. “Save the World, Get the Girl” is an incontrovertible summer album, and is a trim accompaniment to the latter single “HeadButt”. In the two years betwixt these releases, it is absorbing to assimilate no component has diverged. If the weather is bleak, smack this album on… it could well save your vacation!
(Picture courtesy of The Badger Online)