Review By Mark Granger
Release Date: 7 April 2014
Derby’s LostAlone sound like ready salted crisps. To elaborate, ready salted crisps are never anybody’s favourite. Yes, most people like them but they don’t inspire the passion of cheese and onion or a good packet of prawn cocktail. LostAlone are like that, they have riffs and hooks aplenty and there’s nothing particularly wrong with them they just don’t have the songs to inspire fans to follow them to the end of the earth. Which is a shame because their third album Shapes Of Screams opens with a track called ‘Crusaders’, a song that has all the ingredients there. A manic almost Sparks like vocal line, a singalong chorus and a giant rip your head off riff. So what’s the problem?
Well everything’s fine up until the last power chord of anthemic third track ‘Hostages’ dies out. At first it’s almost as if it was a false ending, maybe the track hadn’t finished? But no, it turns out it’s a new track called ‘Sombre Party’ and it has the exact same chorus melody. The exact same! Did nobody turn to them during the recording and say “Hey Guys, this is a bit, y’know, familiar…”? And what about the sequencing? Did nobody say, “If you must keep both songs, don’t stick them next to each other in the running order people will notice!” After this, the album deteriorates despite the chantalong and riffery of ‘Guilty’ trying it’s best to bring the album back on track.
The album does have its moments and LostAlone’s unashamed over-the-toppedness can’t help but raise a smile on all but the most miserable of faces. The outro of album closer ‘Breathing In The Future Exhaling The Past’ in particular brings in what sounds like a gospel choir and a gospel choir is never a bad thing.
So to reiterate LostAlone sound like ready salted crisps but more like a good branded pack not those shitty little supermarket value ones. And you’ll probably like them. Just not that much.
5 out of 10
- The Bells! The Bells!!
- Sombre Party
- Mental Health
- Scarlet Letter
- I Was Born To End This Way
- Breathing In The Future Exhaling The Past