"The Datsuns" (V2 Records)
Once in a while a band comes along with the sole
intention of saving rock Ďní roll. They surf into the
public consciousness on a sea of media hype, oozing
style and arrogance, and have music fans and critics
alike foaming at the mouth with a constant stream of
killer tunes. Of course, the cynics are always quick
to knock them, but even if they fail, they have at the
very least entertained us. Right?
The Datsuns could very nearly be one of these bands.
They come from New Zealand and have a Ramones-style
going on. These are good novelty features which if
nothing else, give an increasingly fickle music press
something to write about. And write they will. Because
nowadays any band that shows an ounce of promise will
of course be branded "the next big thing", "the
saviours of rock" or "the new INSERT BAND NAME HERE".
And if you haven't read the same bullshit about New
Zealandís finest then I'll be very surprised indeed.
(Don't you buy NME?)
So, should you believe what you read? Of course not.
Iíve learnt to take all these bright new talents with
a pinch of salt bordering on cynicism. Yes I lend them
an unbiased ear and in the case of The Strokes and The
Vines, I was anything but disappointed. Even so, I
know fine well that I don't have to like everything
that Iím "supposed to"...
The Datsuns play energy-driven rock Ďní roll. This can be fun. But when you take away
the plundered riffs, the clichťd guitar poses and the
God-awful lyrics ("like a motherfucker from Hell"), there really isnít much left to enjoy.
Iím sure The Datsuns are a thoroughly entertaining
live band, but when it comes to home listening I think
Iíll give them a miss. Sorry, but Iíve heard it all
before. Ten times better. 5/10
Reviewed By David Coleman
1st of October 2002
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