The glammy crash of Queen and sneering swagger of the Stones-via-Supergrass, with just a tinge of fake-rebellious smut-lite to titillate the youths. The Darkness // Morningwood //Louis XIV used the same blueprint to manufacture fun in the mid-00's, and this is just another trip to the well.
The Struts take the audacity a step further, for better or worse: every chorus is well-designed for shouting along to, every hook ready to be swayed // danced awkwardly to. Hell, we're not two full songs in before we have an actual crowd singalong AND clappalong, built right into the song. You're supposed to write the songs and earn that kind of adoration, not assume it up-front - it's like palming a condom in your first-date handshake.
And just like that old chestnut, every once in a while, I'll be damned, it's just brazen enough to go around the horn and charm you for a song or two. But albumwide that kind of nonsense just gets sleazy, and you start looking for someone that wants to put in the time to earn it 2.5/5
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"palming a condom in your first-date handshake"
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