Music Review: Thundacub

And to a somewhat delayed review of pop singer Thundacub, the answer to the question, “What if Snog, Marry, Avoid had a house band?”.

Thunder & Lightning

Pop music’s conceit trades on the complex emotion of love, but is far more successful when whittled down to its most primal urge: desire. Electro outfit Thundacub stands, ahem, firm on such issue with this track of wanton needs and weather analogies. It’s a belting blast of confidence that’s drenched in dancefloor. All it needs is some sort of needless club mix to go with it and we’re there. Ah, there’s one.

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Baby Let Your Hair Down

The insidious stomp of disco reverberates through this tune like intolerance through a tabloid, but happily, we’re in far tastier territory than The Daily Tits. Unfortunately, that early promise is gently deflated when the drive ducks out of the chorus; it should be ripping the song’s guts out in a snarling celebration of all that glitters, not meekly reigning in the tune like a man gently pulling on his dog’s choke chain. A production problem then perhaps, as the melody itself had me humming after a mere two minutes. A not unimpressive feat giving my legendarily short attention sp...oh look a Hula Hoop.

I Know:We Know

Defying expectations, Thundacub deliver a gentle and earnest track of wistful balladeering that’s remarkably cynicism-free. The structure may have been forged in cliché (will that chord progression ever depart from the budding musician’s toolkit?) but it rises above such foundations, and is wholly commendable in resisting histrionic X-Factor-style bellowing for the climax. It’s every band’s “gentle song” ever, and you’ve heard it possibly a million times already by now, but I genuinely don’t care; it’s fantastic.

Web: myspace.com/thundacub

Twitter: @thundacub

So I bid you the reader a fond goodbye,

as my eyes grow damp but my crotch stays dry.