You shouldn’t judge anything by its cover; this saying should be applied to records just as well as anything else. Take Sick of Love as a prime example, although the cover looks like a drawing mustered up by a sexually frustrated teenager, the contents are fortunately slightly more mature.
Sick of Love is a hazy concoction of songs about morning after sex, drug hazes and fighting one’s way out of hell (really), these are actually more appealing and less contrived than they sound on paper. On the surface, reverberated feedback, wonky guitar lines and hard to make out vocals sound like a creation born from a relationship between Jesus & The Marychain and the Black Lips. If you are able to navigate through this thick smog of noise Sick of Love will slowly reveal some surprisingly infectious killer hooks. Think beach boys harmonisation with Death From Above 1979’s distorted intensity.
Curiously, despite the numerous comparisons, J.C. Satàn do manage to offer a sound that they can call their own. Sick of Love will resonate, or repel. If you’re into music that sounds like it was recorded in a derelict bathroom with one microphone in the ceiling, it’s probably your thing. If however you require a little more production spit and polish and musical finesse, it might be best if you approach with caution.
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