Lost Prophets – Can’t Catch Tomorrow (Columbia)
2/5
By: Charlie Potter
Boys, boys, boys - you're never gonna catch tomorrow because, to start with, tomorrow is not an object. If it were, it would be really big - far too big to catch in your hands. You'd need at least three days to hold it. To talk of it, let alone sing about it, is silly.
You wont be surprised when I tell you that this song isn't as memorable as the Magna Carta, or The Bible, or Hitler - but what they lack in ground breaking innovativeness they more than make up for in, well, worthlessness, I guess. Surely only real idiots buy this detritus? Either idiots, or that much more fragile market - the young. Contrary to many recent press reports I was also young once, and indeed I used to like this band. Honestly, I was really young. And honestly, they were much better.
It's hard to believe that the band are thanked on the first Medulla Nocte record. If you haven't heard the song 'All Our Friends Are Dead', you haven't heard the magnificent birth of UKHC (that's United Kingdom Hardcore). Go hunt it. It's all especially hard to believe considering how ridiculously polished this all this. Surely they've gone too far? Surely there's nothing to gain from this hyper clean approach, where the whole mix is centred around the singers slick vocal? I've heard that they obtain this strained yet impassioned style by suspending him off a bridge held only by a single tweed rope, but we're yet to confirm that. There appears to be some doubling up on the vocals, and although this is slightly more subtle than it has been on previous Lost Prophets records, it still condemns the song to a pop grave - everything else is as quiet as it can possibly be whilst still being audible.
All that being said you could still do a lot worse. There are at least a few different riffs present, and I'd go as far as describing the vocal melodies as 'proper'. But really, it's all just a bit whiney and superficial, and if you can make sense of the lyrics then you're either a genius or similarly as stupid yourself as the words come across on face value. They're designed so teenagers can listen and become angry in a way that they think places them on a moral high ground. They'll grow.
'A little piece of me grows old, I keep on walking down this road...'
Nonsense.
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