Bedroom rockers The Dirty Youth are shuffling on with Gold Dust, which is their kickstarted second album, strengthening the sanctity of the marriage between music and manufacturing with a tragic and flagrant irony in a superficial retort to mainstream pop artistry and contemporary issues, like Louis Walsh’ future (in Bury Me Next To Elvis).
A perfect picture for what society thinks emos do; dumb and droll, Gold Dust is pretty vacant of any real sentiment towards merging harmony. The entire album feels forced or coerced into a musical format and although there are a few more human than album moments single The One is not one of them. It comes over like the gratuitous promo song it was engineered to be for the purpose of radio play. It is the albums’ definitive hit song.
The musicianship is fantastic and the writing is inspired but for Fucks (philosopher) sake kids put the Ashlee Simpson and 80’s hits vinyl back and try some DMT (for some real Bedroom Karate) because it is not very interesting or edgy.
Wait a second. That was pretty reckless to suggest that. Maybe I should not conclude that I believe this album was written by “Machine Elves” and that my compulsion to say that was formulated by a keen love of honesty. I did do just that however…
Disclaimer: drugs (and rock musics) are bad m’kay.