In a nutshell, Bored & Dangerous says: “Every song on Paradise is unmistakeably the work of one band”.
I love punk rock. But technically, I can probably only claim to really love 90s, Californian punk rock, because that represents a solid 99% of the punk I listen to. So in an effort to drag my musical tastes into the modern day, I’m giving White Lung a red hot crack with their latest, Paradise.
What happens if you take the instruments, effects pedals and overblown production grandeur of a band like Evanescence, then use them to make some angry girl punk rock? You get Dead Weight, one of the most exciting introductions to an album and a band that I have heard in a long, long time. The same aesthetic, now with added spooky keyboards works just as well on Narcoleptic.
Things get a little poppier and radio ready on Below, before the pinch harmonics and a more metal tone take over for Kiss Me When I Bleed. Even with these genre qualifiers, every song on Paradise is unmistakeably the work of one band. Maybe it’s the air tight production, or the irresistible hooks, but I find myself feeling a little guilty about how much this record is making me like this band. Almost like I should have a more refined musical pallet. But sometimes, hooks are hooks, catchy is catchy and that’s more than enough.
As much as I enjoyed this intro to the band, that unique White Lung Sound means that even at a lean 28 minutes, Paradise almost runs out of steam before it gets to the end. I love everything here, and late highlights Vegas and Paradise really do make an already good album great. But the second half is filled with songs like Demented, Hungry and I Beg You that all kind of blend into each other with their impressive wall of polished metal sound. I had my fill and wasn’t champing at the bit for more.