Recently I posted a message regarding the renaming of The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing’s album Now That’s What I Call Steampunk to The Album That Can Not Be Named For Legal Reasons. Well, I am fortunate enough to be the proud owner of an original edition version of the album. So, I am going to review Now That’s What I Call Steampunk.
The Men That Will Not Be Named For Nothing really put the punk back into Steampunk. The album bursts with energy. The musical style ranges from punk, Etiquette, Charlie, to Trash Metal, Blood Red, to (for lack of a better word) fun punk, Steph(V)enson. The lyrics accordingly range from funny to witty to insightful to scathing. Especially Blood Red and A Traditional Victorian Gentleman do not pull any punches concerning historical facts. The same is true for Victorian Grindcore. I quite confidently presume it is a hat-tip to Napalm Death’s famous piece Scum.
The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing’s overall sound, especially the drums, is that of a garage band, a very professional garage band. I think this slightly amateurish stile is very deliberate. The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing do not take themselves too seriously. This is also evident in Steph(V)enson. Thus, by playing amateurishly and doing so very professionally, they stress the fun they have playing and simply being themselves. The fact lead singer Andrew O’Neill is The Occult Comedian is also a (no pun intended) dead giveaway there is a lot of fun and humour involved.
Now That’s What I Call Steampunk is one great album, energetic and a lot of fun. It is all you need to revive a steampunk party you notice is running out of steam. Some songs you can sing along to, some you can dance to, most you can mosh to. Punk for Steampunks! Huzzah!
Ten out of ten Zeppelins and the badge of honour:
PS: I really hope the European Steampunk Conventions Fundraiser will be a success. Because: We could hire them then!
PPS: And here’s Occult Comedian Andrew O’Neill in action: