Alien Book Club aren’t even having fun anymore, and it’s quite understandable. Such a lively six-piece outfit belong on the road. This is where they are free to entertain and charm audiences with their exuberant indie music.
With the travelling restrictions of a COVID-19 lockdown, the tour bus handbrake is on. No wonder they aren’t having fun. All is not lost, Alien Book Club have been busy making use of their spare time. The EP, And I’m Not Even Having Fun Anymore, is set for release on 26th May. It’s avant-garde, contemporary, and as crazy as the band name. So let’s dive into the tracks.
Have you ever wondered what The Horrors’ Strange House would have sounded like if they came out of their bat cave, pulled up a deck chair, and shared some smiles over a few piña coladas on a sunny beach? No? Me neither! However, Pathetic conjures up similar imagery and is my personal pick of the bunch. It is a garage, surf-pop bop for the extrovert.
John Carpenter’s Escape From New York
This song is a jerky, frantic dedication to one of Hollywood’s long-lost films and sounds like the product of an intoxicated late-night Vampire Weekend jam.
Opening with unique guitar work, Jimmy Butler showcases an almost grungy facet to the band before flowing into the distinctive vocals and synth riffs; a trademark that has become a signature of this act.
Alien Book Club are divisive like Zappa and as playful as Pavement. One thing’s for sure; we are better off for having Alien Book Club around making the light lighter. The subjective nature of music is one of its beauties. The band knows this, and they seem to enjoy dividing feelings. A group that describes themselves as “pastiche garbage” will always split opinions but let’s remember….. someone’s garbage is someone else’s treasure.