Cool album title, cool band, but what about the music?
Don’t Dance Rattlesnake is a drunken party record full of songs about infidelity, jealousy, girls and drinking. The songs are built around great melodies, yet drip with malice and attitude – but what else would you expect from a band with all the swagger of The Strokes and the lyrical style (albeit with an American accent) of Arctic Monkeys? “She said jealousy is something that distracts you/I said it’s hard to focus with your fingers in his belt loops.”
Singer Michael Trent might be the skeeviest man you’ve never met, but his vocals bring to to mind Julian Casablancas; jumping between lazy drawl and overexcited yelping from track to track. Dark and grimy sleaze-rock at it’s very best, Don’t Dance Rattlesnake is a feedback-drenched drunken slur-along of an album, but shucks, there’s just something undeniably likeable about the whole thing.
There’s a danger that they’re a bit too knowingly cool, but who cares when they turn out albums that are this much fun?
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