Silver - White Diary (Bad Afro)
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When even the usually surly and decidedly anti-nonsense shock n' roll rawk journalist supreme Tony Slug is tellin' me he's got a new fave glam band and they call 'emselves Silver, then you know you got a bonerfied Sinsation on yr hands. And although the Silver sound is rife with nonsense, could not even exist, in fact, without steaming fistfuls of nonsense, it's nonsense of the highest order, which makes it quite alright. Straight outta Oslo, which makes all the sense in the world, Silver vacillate wildly 'tween Sweet/T Rex/Silverhead bubbleglam and scorching, "Total 13" era Backyard Babies, and while you have heard such claims before, I don't know that any other band has ever consistently nailed a sound like that in the same goddamn song before. It's disconcerting at first, and obviously quite mad, but that's the Silver shtick, man, hell-for-leather verses and soaring, harmony-laden sugar-sweet choruses. I mean, wow, right? Toss in half a notebook's worth of acidic lyrics, smart and mocking and either mean or gushing - you know, like the Manic Street Preachers- and you've got one hell of a band to fret over. Me, I dig the really bitchy, arrogant numbers like the Stooges-Hanoi snotrock cocktail of "Dead Articulation" or the, uh...Stooges-Pistols glamgangbang of "Condemn Nation", but there's so much going on here that there's at least one REALLY GOOD PART in every song. As much as Silver liberally steal whatever the fuck they want from everybody from Guns N' Roses to Slade to Sigue Sigue Sputnik, they've got as many of their own heist-worthy ideas to sell ya. And listen, I can hear just how manipulative these fuckers are, I mean, I'm no dummy, ya dig, but if it gets ya high, who cares where it came from, right? Closing ballad "Angels Calling" is the most shameless display of motorcycle emptiness since "November's Rain", but it STILL kinda makes ya little misty, ya know? At any rate, Silver are either grand charlatans or the most shockingly original mass market rock band to come along in ten years, and I don't think it matters which, cuz yr probably gonna buy this record anyway. If ya thought the whole Darkness debacle was conflicting, then you ain't heard nothin' yet. Prepare yrself for further twisted rock n' roll seduction with the rather amazing "White Diary".
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