|The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing - 'This May Be The Reason Why The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing Cannot Be Killed By Conventional Weapons' (Leather Apron)|
|Written by Gaz E|
|Thursday, 08 March 2012 04:30|
Now that's what I call timing.
Just six weeks before this, the release of the second album from The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing, their debut from 2010 - 'Now That's What I Call Steampunk! Volume 1' - got them into a spot of legal fisticuffs with EMI, the cultured folk who own the rights to the Now That's What I Call Music brand.
The band members were given just three days to change the name of the debut or face the wrath of the EMI legal department. With just fifty copies of the original CD version left, the band settled on the new title 'The Steampunk Album That Cannot Be Named For Legal Reasons' - already, I like this band - and re-released the debut on digital platforms as such.
An unwanted distraction maybe but, as far as free promotion goes, the timing could hardly have been better.
The Band Whose Name I Surely Can't Be Expected To Keep Typing Throughout This Review feature within their ranks a few members that may be familiar to some: Andy Heintz (vocals and...err...musical saw) fronted the bands Creaming Jesus and Giant Paw, while drummer Jez Miller once sweated over the Lords Of The New Church drum stool. Bassist Marc Burrows is a player on the comedy circuit, as is his (possibly) better known band mate who provides vocals and guitar here, famed 'occult comedian' Andrew O'Neill who you may have seen terrorising audiences at Sonisphere, Download and the Metal Hammer Golden Gods awards.
The band name, album titles and the presence of two comedians have given the game away, haven't they? Yes, there is a definite comedic bent to proceedings. The band who "put the 'punk' into 'steampunk' " have, however, fashioned a second album that, while smeared in the ridiculous, rocks out with its 19th century cock out.
Yes, the 19th century. Imagine a glorious mash-up of well-produced metal and well chosen historical figures given a heavy and humorous going over and you're on the right path. The thing is, you don't have to imagine, this crazed shite is here for you to enjoy right now.
Comedy records and bands, or anything remotely linked, are, yes, something of an acquired taste, but this album contains way more laugh out loud and air guitar worthy moments than it does weak points.
From first song proper, 'Victoria's Secret', the ingenious tale of an undead Prince Albert returning to meet his wife, the "Zombie Albert" refrain deliciously addictive, I'm hooked. I've barely recovered before an idiotic metal/cockney knees-up mash-up, 'Margate Fhtagn', gives my sides and neck a good shoeing; the story of a family's trip to the seaside being interrupted by H.P. Lovecraft's water being Cthulhu inspired and essential.
And that's basically how the rest of the album plays out: acutely funny takes on the past lives of the likes of Isambard Kingdom Brunel and Nikola Tesla - "Tesla Coil, Tesla Coil, my wife's been fitted with a Tesla Coil" - wrapped up in a noisy in-joke that craves, and deserves, to be accepted by hordes of similarly minded gentlefolk.
Sure, comedy albums and songs are cursed beasts generally cured by time, longevity like a bullet to the brain of these beings, but right here, right now, you'd be hard pressed to find an album more entertaining, more crazily out there and enjoyable, as 'This May Be The Reason Why The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing Cannot Be Killed By Conventional Weapons'.
This album has to be recommended as it is, seriously, as infectious as a zombie (Albert) bite.
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