Album Review: Bad For Lazarus – “Life’s A Carnival, Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Bad For Lazarus, for those unaware, are essentially a re-jigged version of early noughties Brighton nutters The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster. If you remember their former incarnation, it’s safe to say they’re not the sort of band you’d forget in a hurry, with their none-more-insane brand of goth-psychobilly horror-thrash.
This, though, is a more grown-up version of the Disaster. The unhinged vibes of old are very much still present and correct on the seasick likes of My Muddle and Bad Stallion, but there’s a new more experimental element creeping in which is oddly reminiscent of Queens of the Stone Age circa Songs For The Deaf (ie, the last good album they did before Josh Homme disappeared up his own backside in this reviewer’s opinion). Songs such as No Cigar and Old Rats On A New Ship stumble through on big woozy riffs that sound like something QOTSA might have come up with back in their prime.
If I have a complaint about Life’s A Carnival…, it’s that it is not the most accessible album in the world – certainly, don’t expect to “get” it on the first go. But, there’s enough alluringly unhinged weirdness bubbling away on the likes of D For Conversation and Disco Biscuits For Breakfast to make it a worthwhile listen.
A solid first effort from these Brighton weirdos. It could maybe do with having a couple more killer tunes to move it up from being good to brilliant, but there's plenty of scope for them to get there on this evidence. Certainly, if you're looking for the most downright odd album of the month, this'll certainly be way up there.