| Setanta's reputation as emissary of 'all
good things in contemporary Irish pop continues
to swell with the procuration of the talents
of Dublin's A-House, a much traversed quartet.
This is their third LP. Even on their debut
they whinged about 'poxy journalists', so
it's no surprise when the opening line of
this record boasts 'I don't care what the
critics say'. If it's all the same to them,
the 'critics' (who they?) are mightily impressed
with this headlong maelstrom of angst, bluster
and corking ideas. Now here's a band who,
when they sit down to write a song, think.'
'How can we make this one different from
the last?' The single Endless Art, is quite
unlike anything else you'll hear this year,
and the title track fairly quivers with indignation.'
'Whatever happened to good music? Remember
the days you could feel it, it was almost
sexual...' A record whose vinyl veins bulge
with unrestrained choler. |
