Electric Pets – Nicky Is Dead!
Successful rock n’ roll is really the art of getting people to listen. Sure, there is enough space in the world for abstract jazz and for guys who enjoy playing 30-minute guitar solos with the instrument secured around their back. But those people can’t really complain when half the audience sneaks over for a cigarette or the opportunity to make a phone call to their parents.
Nah, the greatest rock stars, similar to the greatest cult leaders, have, so far, emerged during the 1970s, I suppose. And, both these self-annointed messiahs knew how to do one thing very well – get people to sit down, listen to what they had to say, and execute their plans. It’s no wonder that Electric Pets would take a page right out of history in a bid to become the newest rock band to command the attention of obedient fans.
“Nicky is Dead!” doesn’t simply contain a provocative title and lyric about boyfriend murdering and replacing, but hooks that refuse to give you a moment’s rest. Inspired a good deal by 70s glam rock and ‘90s grunge, Electric Pets have figured out what it takes to get a large audience to listen to you breathlessly. “Nicky is Dead!” is a strong single. It’s short, pointed, and ready to reward repeated listens.
Clay Connor – My Addiction
Never trust any expert tasked with giving you career counselling. They don’t know what they’re talking about because, without fault, they do not know what’s around the corner.
Case in point, the wonderfully modern career of the psychologist. The way things are going, there won’t be enough people on Earth to offer therapy to all of the people who need it. But merely a few years back, what respectable adults would have thought of it as nothing more than a silly liberal occupation.
Pretend that everyone’s dealing with some kind of albatross tied around their neck. This will make it easier for you to navigate the world, and you’ll be right most of the time. In fact, the idea that even you, dear listener, are fighting your demons is what drives the music of Clay Connor.
A poppy song that, nonetheless, takes inspiration from the Southern garage rock that’s made waves in recent years across the States, “My Addiction,” puts a beat behind a prayer. This is a fun rock song, about the least fun thing that many of us have to sort out, eventually. Clay Connor’s singing is the highlight of the tune, and if this is any indication, the songwriter has the right ideas about how to blend the hooks with the human interest stories.
