“FAKE NEWS! It’s all fake news, Melania” – Donald Trump bellows from his bathtub while watching CNN. Suddenly, and without warning, a loud noise shakes the walls of the White House. Alarmed and frightened, the water now cold as ice, the door between reality and uncertainty is breached by Manchester-based rockers La Mode. With instruments to hand, Millie Sproston, Calvin Sproston, and Ollie Binns play their new single, Fake News, to the bewildered beast. Intrigued by the sound, the creature stands up, does a little jiggle, and questions his existence and misdoings.
Fake News! Yes! Yes, it is. It’s also a hilarious tale. Imagine Trump’s naked, sweaty body gyrating to the sweet tones of La Mode. Damn! I feel slightly nauseous. Should probably stop visualising that image. Back to the song, if you’re a somewhat temperamental person, don’t play this tune. Otherwise, you’ll punch a hole in the wall, grab a chainsaw from the shed and destroy your couch, then get naked and headbang along till you break your neck. Seriously, it’s that intoxicating.
Before I throw the laptop through the window, I’ll quickly describe Fake News in musical terms. There’s a whole lot of rebellious tones, bold and threatening vocals, and the drums will offer you a job piercing ears. I’ll have to decline, sir. A couple of times throughout the song, La Mode quite graciously give you a breather, and I needed it to be honest. My exposed body couldn’t take the drama and confusion.
Back with a protein shake, I highly recommend Fake News for the timid and fearful. For the moody ones, put on Joleen by Dolly Parton and ride the sofa like it’s a horse. Fuccccccckkkkkkkkkewefmwvkmr. Throwing my laptop out of the window wasn’t a good idea. I’m typing the rest of this review in a library. My time is nearly up. Play the song, you filthy freaks. Play it now! Sorry for shouting, Barbara. I’ll be quite.