You shouldn’t judge anything by its cover. Take JC Satan’s ‘Sick Of Love’, for example: the cover looks like a drawing mustered up by a sexually frustrated teenager, the contents are fortunately slightly more mature.
A bleary concoction of songs about morning after sex, drug hazes and fighting one’s way out of hell (really), what we’ve got here is actually more appealing and less contrived than it sounds 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 The Jesus & Mary Chain 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, JC Satan do manage to offer a sound that they can call their own. This album 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.