Why anyone in their right mind would call a band Maggy Simpson, I have no idea. It’s not even spelled correctly.
Alright, possibly if you were some joke grind act that expected to live for about one album. Not, it must be said, if you’re trying to be a serious hard rock / metal contender featuring members from another very respected act.
And as for ‘Lab Rat and Lobster’ – er, what?
It just all sets the wrong tone, even if there is an answer.
The band and the album need renamed and re-released, because they’re shooting themselves in the foot right from the start if not. That would be a travesty – because the music is excellent, and in some places exceptional.
Bat Kinane, late of Glyder, knows what he’s doing. This is a bacth of hard rock and metal standards that any fan of the traditional end of the genres could find few flaws with.
It begins in a sort of soft, slightly dull way – likeable, but not electric.
‘High Time To Die’ is decent, but polite – the production is too gentle for the sentiment, and the vocals could be angrier. Same with ‘Spending Time’ – a great riff, but marred slightly by some confused sounding harmony changes on the chorus.
It’s a nice song though, looking back at old days and with a wistful, reminiscent feel. It’s a key theme on the whole album.
After this one, it all changes, and the album starts to fucking rock in no uncertain terms.
‘Last Days Of Cool’ is nothing short of brilliant. The echoed, plucked strings are pure classic rock ballad in the vein of Poison, GnR, Ratt, Whitesnake, you name it – this riff and vocal hook is up there with the very, very best. It’s a melancholy, hopeful journey through teenage rock memories that just hits the spot exactly.
OK, the chorus needed a bit more oomph, but all the other credentials are there and the harmonies are fantastic.
After that there’s more of the rock – with the pumping, driving ‘Sorry’ and ‘Gun Fun’, which to my ear sounds straight off Alice Cooper’s ‘Hey Stoopid’ – an exact rendition of that growling theatrical vocal.
‘On Blabbermouth’, despite a title that will become tired with time, is another fantastic rocker – especially its dirty end. The album just gets better and better as it goes on.
I cant wait to see Maggy Simpson live, because you know that like Glyer, they’ll deliver. I cant fathom the band name, and it’ll stymie any efforts they make at getting big. If they had something more straightforward, they’d have a lot more chance, and keeping it is doing this great music a disservice.
The theme of boozy youth and wistfully looking back at timez gone past is all over this album, and it’s a great thing to listen to.
You’ve got to check it out. Ignore the name and title. I’ve found myself coming back to it for an uncomplicated, enjoyable rock spin many times now. Especially ‘Last Days Of Cool’.
3.8 / 5 – Earl Grey ::: 01/08/13