When it comes to zombies,
I'm easy meat. I'm a sucker for any reanimated corpse given the brain-guzzling
shot at a second life by the gaseous result of a military experiment gone awry.
Have you read any other music review this week by a writer who had an escape
plan worked out just in case an actual factual plaque of the undead were to
stagger slowly across this fair isle? Thought not. My plan would include taking
my multi-signed original Dawn Of The Dead poster and using it as the crooked
spine of my George A. Romero shrine where I would seek guidance from the master.
Romero is, of course, regarded as the creator of the zombie mythos as we fear
it in this day and age but, realistically, that Jesus bloke was really the first
fictional zombie. His undead reanimation in search of chocolate on Easter Sunday
has somehow, over the years, morphed into an unquenchable thirst for human flesh.
So, I hear you exclaim, what the fuck has all this got to do with this record
that I'm supposed to be reviewing? Well, sick boys and ghouls, if your album
is called 'Our Bites Bring You Back' and the cover art features comic book caricatures
of the band members in full-on hungry zombie mode, then you must realise that
it has already got five out of ten before I've even heard a note. I'm goin'
in - send more paramedics........
The Popsters are from Italy, a country more famous for the works of anti-hero auteurs of undead cinema like Lucio Fulci than it is for pissed off punk bands, and when the album starts you'd think that the band themselves were looking longingly at another location as the only brains they seem to have eaten are the ones of standard US pop punk bands. You'd be excused for thinking that The Popsters were more than happy to heave their diseased carcasses onto the bandwagon heading for a town called Commercial Success, looking to spread their virus to the masses. But then the title track creepy crawls in like a bullet to the head of doubt to save the day like an aural shopping mall. What follows is a trashy half-dozen of two minute song grenades that explode in the face of anyone thinking that Italian bands who wanna be The Descendents or Ramones are things of myth.
The Popsters are relevant revenants and you could do a lot worse than checking these flesh eating fuckers out....before it is too late........
by Gaz E.
Visit the Popsters Website