The Perfect Crime- Everything Else Can Wait
The front cover of this record makes it look like Keane or Snow Patrol or something equally heinous, so naturally I was a bit wary putting the CD on. Imagine my relief then when the first song kicked in and it sounded a bit like Reuben, who were the best British rock band in an absolute aaaage. People will tell you Biffy Clyro but they’re lying shits.
This is The Perfect Crime‘s first album, and it’s unnervingly well polished and big sounding, especially considering they’re all like 7 years old or something. Go to their myspace now and look at them. See? VILE. I nearly considered docking a few points because I’m a jealous old prick, but that’d be petty. Besides, if I penalised bands for being young, I’d have to go the other way for old farts, and there’s no way in fucking hell I will ever give Iron Maiden or Saxon a good review. Ever.
Despite being a bit generic and overly earnest, there’s a lot of good on Everything Else Can Wait. It’s got big chorus’s and big tuneful riffs and big drippy tuneful singing, and it’s a lot more enjoyable than it has any right to be. It’s definitely a hell of a lot more appealing than some of the shitey standard metal I get sent. As well as the aforementioned Reuben, there’s a bit of Deftones here too, which is nice. And perhaps a teensy bit of Cave In.
The Perfect Crime are definitely borrowing from some of the better bands, but they could still improve. Reuben’s lyrics were pretty smart and funny, and no one does doomed romance or dirty sex better than Deftones. The Perfect Crime though, well… they’re a bit wack. Pour example…
I don’t want to be a part of this with you,
Strength will give me something that,
I couldn’t give enough until we wipe the slBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAK
Fair enough, lyrics are an absolute ballache to write, and at least it’s not retarded degenerate TRC style thugging (look up Cocky by TRC and I defy you not to laugh) but it’s a bit… eh, serious? Yeah. Dudes! You’re in a rock band! You don’t need to be so serious all the time. Reuben weren’t. And start singing about dirty stuff too. Or about stuff you hate, that’s more fun.
Apart from the seriousness and the questionable lyrics, this is a good record, and it takes something for me to say that, especially about a promo. Especially especially because they’re all probably still getting their dinner money nicked.