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Young Guns – Bones
Bones - Wind-Up Records
Writing a review can be an exciting event, especially when an artist gives you plenty to talk about. Whether showering an album with praise or grilling one for its crimes against the music community, the fun comes from a sense of sonic discovery. But then there are those bland, middling numbers sucked dry of creativity. The type that the more times you listen to, the less you seem to have to say; the type that result in extensive paragraphs with little relevance or connection to the music at hand. Paragraphs like this one.
The topic of this review, UK’s Young Guns, provides little to no opportunity for creative exposition. Their ready for radio debut, Bones, stands as a skeleton of safely produced alternative mediocrity, frail in stature and light on substance. Songs come and go with a forgettable uniformity, mostly the result of frontman Gustav Wood’s lack of personality or edge and the disc’s overly commercial production values (the guitars are particularly dilute). Opener “I Was Born, I Have Lived, I Will Surely Die” does little to differentiate itself from the sameness of subsequent tunes like “Dearly Departed” or event the reduced tempo of “You Are Not.” In a testament to its generic nature, I once started my car and mistakenly took the song “Hymn For All I’ve Lost” as a forgettable radio single. I misguidedly pressed the ‘CD’ toggle to find refuge in the safety of a compact disc, only to realize that the setting was already active and that the eject button would be my only true friend.
I could go on about how much more enjoyable listening to paint dry would be over another session with Bones, but at this point I’d rather move on to something far more rewarding. As a reviewer, disappointments will always be a part of the landscape (or rather a washed out backdrop), but when an artist gives you so little to form an opinion on, it puts a damper on the whole process. Whether it is love, hate, excitement, or disgust, music should ignite some sort of internal flame with its audience. Young Guns incites none of this, instead content to bore their listeners with dose after does faceless neutrality.