Radar Bros.
Radar Bros.
[Restless]
Rating: 5.7
If misery was an ice cream flavor, I think it'd be Strawberry Cheesecake. If you
didn't get a chance to taste it during its brief heyday, be grateful. Now
children, if misery were a band, who would it be? The Cure? Not these days.
Those boys have clearly been suffering from happiness ever since Kiss Me, Kiss
Me, Kiss Me. Hmm... What about Tindersticks? Well, close, but that's English
Misery, which is much wetter than overall misery. No, I'm going for the Radar
Bros. This eponomyous second release by the Brothers Three is a heavy dose of
slow and sad, hold tha mustard.
The peeling pastels of Radar Bros. are as minimalistic as they are suffocating. A
bass, drum, guitar and voice, rarely sharing the same moment musically, gently
crack from the ceiling and drift to the floor, drawing still- life portraits of
everyday pains. Creeping forward, barely alive, the songs strum pitifully along,
practically sapping the life out of the listener. At this moment, the effort to
simply write "effort" is enormous, almost as enormous as the dilemma between
tearing this CD out of the CD player or stabbing my wrists with a broken Colt 45
bottle. I'm going to opt for removing the disc.
-James P. Wisdom