What begins in promise ends in a feeling of being whelmed. If the title track Wonderful Wonderful, is the tone setter, replete with tinny vocals and a menacing bass line then it’s a shame the rest of the album doesn’t quite hit the same notes, especially when it’s followed by The Man which channels the sterile funk of Bowie’s Fame, with a smattering of gospel and funk amongst the synths. It’s a shame that the rest of the album feels like The Killers have been playing it safe with their usual stadium rock. The Calling cribs so much from Personal Jesus that you could convince yourself someone had written a Depeche Mode fanfic song and just replaced the lyrics. Wonderful Wonderful isn’t by any means a bad album, but it is a forgettable one that’s already been done better by War on Drugs.
Originally published in Kirkby Extra, November 2017.
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Martin Summerfield
Monthly music columnist for the Kirkby Extra, sometimes article writer for Get Into This. Freelance writer/artist/maker. Archives
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