It seems hard to recall the last occasion in which I listened to the entirety of an album and enjoyed the full length of it. It is a rarity, let’s face it. Inevitably, artists always include a song on their record that doesn’t quite cut the mustard- that you don’t quite feel as much passion for. Arctic Monkeys managed to commit the same crime recently with TBHaC; you know, all of the songs on that abysmal creation (apart from Four Out of Five.) But looking beyond my irrelevant raging fit over tasteless tunes, it seems that I have found a group who have shattered the chains of this embittering curse. Behold, Nuclear Club.
The sinister sounding Scottish five-piece released their debut album earlier this year, and as far as I am aware, they do not possess any World War weapons of mass-destruction. However, don’t take my word for that… Nonetheless, by birthing Pop Psych, a 16 track album of sheer class and beauty, Nuclear Club have sprung into the music industry with almighty force. It would be unsurprising if soon you were to see the Glasgow guys touring the face of the globe, grasping the attention of anyone who has the slightest tastebud for music of superior transcendence. We will be hopeful that they do this whilst avoiding the particular threat that their name suggests…
I promise to stop with the awful humour and cringey ellipses surrounding Nuclear Club now, I’m beginning to hate what I’ve become. So to distract myself from, well, myself, let’s talk about the group themselves before the album. The quintet consists of Dave Curran (Vocals and Guitar), Adam Streets (Guitar), Ross Fraser (Guitar), Mark Marshall (Bass), and Marc Hill (Drums). Three guitars allow for a superb convergence of rhythmic riffy genius, whilst Hill on the drums provides an outstanding variety of fantastic fills and brilliant beats. Notably, bassist Marshall consistently allows his instrument to lie beneath the others when expected, yet glues each track together atypically. His importance in the group is unlikely to go unnoticed, and he often performs licks and solos with the confidence of The Chili’s Flea. The final ingredient- Curran’s vocals- completes an immaculate recipe. The range on that man’s voice is incredible; one minute his pitch reaches a tranquil high, the next it soars low, leaving you questioning whether it is him still singing (or whether someone stood on his testicles whilst he flawlessly held the high notes.) The alternative group resemble a less weird, more f***** awesome Alt-J.
And from this unquestionable formula of success came Pop Psych. This incredible album absorbs from the off and transports listeners through a prodigious journey of emotions. From blissful allure to a refreshing breath of the rock genre undergone a renaissance, each track individually projects a unique feeling, leaving nothing but excitement and anticipation for the next. By the end of the journey, you wish it had never ended. You hit the play button again, repeating what had just gripped you from the inside. It leaves you weak from the incredulous sensation that had just surpassed. Pop Psych speaks in many ways that the human voice can’t, but human music can.
It would be outrageous for me to review each individual track, so all you need to know is that there isn’t a bad one on there. That’s right, out of 16 whole tracks. But I wish to take the time to mention two of my favourite songs that made themselves apparent almost instantly. ‘Longest Moment Yet’ is the first. One of the more exquisitely vigorous pieces, it delivers a beautiful contrast of serenity and chaos, with the once peaceful guitar sparking into a vengeful, grungy eruption. The other is ‘The Skeptic.’ Groovy yet intense, this tune displays an interesting wave of tempo, featuring a cymbal-heavy backbeat and a loveable unpredictable element about it.
Apologies for such a long post, but I had a lot to say about Nuclear Club. They are so promising. The only thing they lack now is support. You can check out their album here. To put it simply, it is phenomenal.