Share LET’S GO FOR KILROY – Kilroy (Deep Forest Records)
You see.  This is the kind of disc you want showing up on your desk when you start reviewing records.  You pick it up, look at the cover and groan in despair as you imagine just how bad it is going to be.  Look at that picture.  What a mob of nerd dipshits.  Could that artwork possibly be more dire?  Expecting the worst, you put the disc in the player at a medium volume.  “Better safe than sorry”, you mutter to yourself.  Then you hear the music and it’s wonderful.  You pump that volume all the way up and you just sit back, bathe in the glory, stunned that someone, somewhere in this crazy world, is still making anything this good.

There are days you look at the genre these guys list themselves under and you despair because you are certain there is nothing new to hear there.  Sixties/Garage/Soul.  Surely those three chords have run themselves into the ground.  How many stinkers have I had to review out of that basket?  How many artists have taken a quick nap in that little nook when they’ve run out of anything useful to say?  I wish (say) Screamin’ Stevie’s Australia would take a listen to this album before they come bitching to me about a bad review.  Look at Kilroy’s work and weep, you guys.  This is the disc you should be measuring yourself against.  But it should be more.  This should be the kind of inspiration you have been waiting for.

Kilroy come from Sweden.  Their influences are obvious.  The early Beatles, the mid period Yardbirds, the Small Faces and all the usual offenders can all be heard in passing.  The song writing is particularly strong and so they never sound like they’re doing a pastiche.  Top that off with enthusiasm and a genuine excitement for their work and you have a band that exceeds simple nostalgia.  The other big advantage this group has is that they sound like a band.  Everyone is perfectly adequate in their roles but no one shines out.  Vocals are good, Guitars good, Organ, Bass and Drums all fine.  No-one, however, stands out for special mention and therein lies a certain magic; a whole greater in sum than its parts.  A church of latter day Flaming Groovies without resort to cover versions.  There are nine songs here spread over twenty seven perfect minutes.  You couldn’t want for anything more.
As I listened to this album, it inspired me in the way great records do.  I said to myself I should do another Radio show just so I can play stuff like this.  Then it crossed my mind; there isn’t really much stuff like this.  This is the thirteenth album I’ve reviewed this year and nothing else has come anywhere close to it.  Really, this stands so many heads and shoulders over the pack that it isn’t funny.   How would I fill a show with stuff like this?  There’s nothing like this.  This is one great Rock and Roll record well worth hunting down.  Trust me.  This is the shit they invented internet shopping for. 
- Bob Short



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