Boomkat Product Review:
Glaswegian indie scene staples The Royal We have been gathering a cult following over the past year or so, billed in certain quarters as inheritors to Belle & Sebastian's throne as Scottish twee-core monarchs (hope you're enjoying the regal theme to the text so far, this stuff doesn't just happen by itself you know). The band's debut album rattles by in a mere twenty minutes, taking in eight songs, and there's a distinct slacker feel to the whole affair from the very outset: the ramshackle string plucks and half-hearted vocals of 'Back And Forth Forever' instantly evoke Oxfam-bought cardigans and a fetishisation of badges. 'All The Rage' introudces itself with a killer hook and something dangerously encroaching upon enthusiasm. In its own charmingly inept way, the song is a bit of an anthem. Almost as good, 'That Ain't My Sweet Love' sounds a bit like a chip shop Arcade Fire in its chorus (which sounds rather like 'Neighbourhood No.2 (Laika)' from Funeral). 'I Hate Rock N Roll' is another appealing, if slightly matronly sounding wig out, leading into the similarly brief, equally endearing 'Willy'. The album draws to an unexpected finale with a fairly radical interpretation of Chris Isaak's 'Wicked Game', which drops a disco beat into the verse. Apparently, this is the only record The Royal We intend to make, which on the one hand is rather sad, but on the other makes a good deal of sense: over the course of just twenty minutes the band come up with a pretty comprehensive statement, and you get the feeling that the amiably sloppy pop music credentials that permeate this record are best served up as a one-off.