Towers of London - Blood, Sweat and Towers Review
by Zane Ewton
Sweaty English gents fuse the Sex Pistols and Sunset Strip sleaze into another blatant attempt at reclaiming excess in rock music. Whether they are a joke or not is still up for debate.
Any band that writes a song about playing air guitar can't be all that bad, can they? At least Towers of London get that rock is about doing something. Even if that something isn't very good.
Everything about this band, down to the text font on the album cover, reeks of being a fourth generation New York Dolls rip-off.
The vocalist desperately wants to be Johnny Rotten and the guitar player could best be described as C.C. Devillesque. The solo for "How Rude She Was" is particularly unlistenable.
Maybe Towers of London really is just a joke trying to capitalize on the momentum of The Darkness. They may refrain from using a piercing falsetto, but I would still rather listen to the sound of kittens dying than Towers of London.
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