The growing trend in post-millennial
Brit-pop
bands seems to favor embracing the style's inherent disposability. Rather than going for a
Damon Albarn
-like arc of stylistic exploration, more and more U.K. bands are shooting for that one great three-minute
pop
single that overshadows everything else they will ever do: the
Kaiser Chiefs
'
"I Predict a Riot,"
Dogs Die in Hot Cars
"I Love You 'Cause I Have To,"
the Fratellis
"Flathead,"
Little Man Tate
's
"Man, I Hate Your Band,"
et-bloody-cetera. In the case of
the Wombats
, the three-minutes
single in question is
"Let's Dance to Joy Division,"
a genuinely swell bit of tongue in cheek
new wave
revivalism that's by far the best part of the Liverpool trio's debut album. In the tradition of fellow Scousers
the Scaffold
or
Half Man Half Biscuit
, there's a heavy dose of humor to
, who started out as much an improv
comedy
/performance art act as they were a
band. Indeed, the album starts with the nowhere near as clever as it thinks it is
doo wop
pastiche
"Tales of Girls, Boys and Marsupials"
before righting itself with the spunky
pop-punk
of
"Kill the Director."
Jokey material like the herky-jerky ode to schoolboy crushes
"School Uniforms"
and the self-consciously smutty tale of unrequited love
"Patricia the Stripper"
lowers the overall tone. It's not that there's anything wrong with humor in music --
Madness
, one of
' most obvious touchstones, wrote some hilarious songs -- it's just that the funny songs are neither particularly side-splitting nor particularly tuneful. Songs like
"Backfire at the Disco"
balance the yuks with catchier melodies and less of a sense that these guys are one step away from putting on moose-antler hats and giant sunglasses.
The Wombats
may surprise us all and turn out to be a band for the ages (did anyone really think
Beck
would turn out to be one of the great songwriters of his generation the first time they heard
"Loser"
?), but the just-for-a-larf vibe of
A Guide to Love, Loss & Desperation
suggests otherwise. ~ Stewart Mason