Post #8 - Mechanical Bull - Kings of Leon (2013)
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. It’s been three years since Kings of Leon's last album, Come Around Sundown, and they have rewarded the patience of their fans with this unimaginative, uninspiring and overall flat sounding album. In wanting to keep with the formal tone I have maintained throughout my blog so far, I will refrain from using obscene language and continue to…ohh fuck this. Kings of Leon clearly didn’t try on Mechanical Bull, so I won’t either. Mechanical Bull has to be the biggest piece of shit of an album I’ve had to endure in years, and I sat through John Frusciante’s Outsides earlier this year. Since the release of Only by the Night in 2008, the band have been heading down the corny road of arena rock. As I trudged through each track, I increasingly felt like I was already at a Kings of Leon concert, especially in the U2-esque sounding Beautiful War. If I closed my eyes, I could already see teeny boppers on their bff’s shoulders, waving their arms, singing along to the lyrics to the left of me, and to the right of me, the IT consultant in his late thirties, left hand in pocket, right hand around his fifth stubby with his eyes closed, swaying to the beat and nodding in approval. In other words, the kind of atmosphere at a concert that makes me want to get the fuck out of there. Track after track of unbelievably predictable chord progressions, boring melodies and some of the lamest bass and drum grooves I’ve heard from these guys, which is a shame, cause usually their rhythm section is one hot piece of ace. Kings of Leon bear little to no resemblance to the band they once were. Their rawness, creative rhythms and southern influence are seemingly non-existent in Mechanical Bull, and you can’t help but wonder what the hell they did for three years with all their time, money, and talent.