Towers Of London - Blood Sweat & Towers
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- Artist: Towers Of London
- Album: Blood Sweat & Towers
- Label: TVT
- Year of Release: 2006
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- Reviewed by: patchen on 2006-10-17
Towers of London, Blood Sweat & Towers 2006 (TVT) 3 What’s not to love about this band, aside from the fact that maybe in a few more months they will be the biggest hype in the business, once the suits dig in and that BBC reality show about them takes off. For now, let’s enjoy the sloppy glory of the Towers, whose glam-punk has been shocking and tingling for over 2 years. The hits are all here—an acoustic version of “Fuck it Up,” “Air Guitar”, “How Rude She Was”, plus a slew of others that rock and swagger “Good Times”, “I’m A Rat.”). It might be easy to dismiss the them as wanna-be’s: the NY Dolls-like packaging of the record, the Faces/Guns & Roses/Pistols quotes and attitude. So is this a band that has absorbed its influences and is having a blast mixing up its own stew from that stock., or another calculated British punk Monkees like Sigue Sigue Sputnik or, oops, Oasis? Whether they turn out to be G & R or Poison remains to be seen; right now, there is about a half a record worth of dirty party rock that I’d take over most of what comes my way from this genre. And if it is all a shuck, then there will be no second record and we’ll be shocked into recall ten years down the road when they show up on VH1.
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on 2011-10-23 CharlesMartel Said:
The musical equivalent of wearing a T-Shirt with "I'm with this idiot" printed on it and the arrow is pointing upwards. The Towers of London are some A&R mans idea of what pre-pubescents should be listening to and are therefore about as genuine as a $50 Rolex. Of course, they have to look right. Snarling pouts; dodgy, backcombed hairstlyes; and jeans so tight that they would crush their balls - assuming they had any in the first place. The truth is that this is all just one big act. Strip away the shiny, carefully crafted facade and you will find......absolutely nothing.
The fact that the band is fronted by the Tourette brothers (I kid you not, though I have no idea whether that is their real name or as much of a creation as everything else about them) should give you a clue. Oooh, they swear on this album. That ought to please the kiddies in a mildly rebellious sort of way. The fact that the frontman, Donnie, is a cocky twat who felt he actually had done enough to deserve being in all those celeb parties he got invited to when someone thought this band might be worth watching is bad enough, but what is worse is that cockiness without even the merest means to back it up is pathetic.
Cross seventies punk with eighties hair metal and repackage. You will end up with the Towers of London. "Blood Sweat and Towers" is an album which has managed to take the worst aspects of both genres with the best aspects of neither and combine them into something absolutely hideous. A bunch of rich kids funded by daddy's money pay to get themselves made into popstars. And popstars are things who live in big houses, sit in limos while drinking neat vodka and screwing chicks, right? Who needs anything else?
Frankly, this sort of thing embarrassing. Right from the siren at the start, you know you are in for something which is forced and artificial. And you would not be wrong. The band don't even seem to have the nous to try and live up to the pose they effect. The only time they come close to being genuine is when they do a ludicrous acoustic version of "Fuck It Up", complete with spluttering and throat clearing. I can see the kids loving this. I can also see this being a huge embarrassment to those same kids a few years later when they reach puberty.
Rating: 1/10



