Mike Krol returns with self-deprecation layered over bouncy and delightful punk and alt-rock vibes.
Has it really been four years since Mike Krol
last released an album? Sadly yesâ¦. That album was the unfairly slept on Turkey
. It was an album full of devastating guitars, catchy riffs and the kind of lyrics that felt both positive and cynical at the same time. But now Krol has returned with a new album Power Chords
that pushes his fuzzed-out guitar world view to new, and unexpected directions.
Title track âPower Chordsâ welcomes us to the album with a pleasing wail of feedback and distortion before massive chugging chords and Krolâs distinctive lyrics kick in. It tells us that this will be business as usual, it might have been a few years, but heâs fundamentally the same guy. Yes, things have happened, and heâs grown as a person and musician, strap you in as this is going to be a high-octane affair. Luckily the song lives up to this opening salvo and happily pogos along until the guitars peel out at the end.
âLittle Dramaâ sounds like an updated version of Krolâs âI Hate Jazzâ period. The riffs are frenetic and uneasy, but there is a melodic charm that is hard to ignore. As Krolâs vocals, that are as fuzzy as the guitars, tell their story of love, loss and redemption, you are drawn back to the unrelenting catchiness of music. This is the albums true power. The ability to draw you away from a compelling and captivating story, and put your focus on some hammer and tongs garage rock/punk. âBlue and Pinkâ and âArrow in My Heartâ are the standout moments as Krol slows things down a bit, and shows he doesnât always have to write balls-to-the-wall bangers to get your attention. His vocals are tender, with a catchy-as chorus. The music is serene, or as serene as Mike Krol gets, whilst never losing sight of his power chords mission statement. The album closes with the short and spikey âThe Endâ. It is chocked full of glorious solos, HUGE distressed guitars and a general feeling of unease and malaise. But the only doesnât end on a downer. Far from it, it has a spring in its step, a few quid in its pocket and a feeling that things are going to get better. Its outro is almost a carbon copy to Power Chords
intro, meaning that, like Pink Floydâs âThe Wallâ, the album never really ends.
is the best album of Krolâs
career to date and a ton of fun to boot. It is an album that needs to be played on repeat at the loudest volume you tolerate, for as long as you can take it before you concede defeat to it. Lyrically, as usual, is where the album excels. As usual, Krol has rammed honest self-deprecating lyrics over bouncy and delightful punk motifs and alt-rock vibes, but on previous releases, the disquieted nihilism felt final, whereas Power Chords
has hints of optimism and hope to it. Yes, there is a level of self-loather and his way of over-analysing the tiniest detail of life, but everyone needs a hobby, right? Luckily, however, Power Chords
benefits from this type of songwriting, as the music is so much fun. Yes, it is angry but good angry. The kind of anger that makes go wild on a dance floor on a Saturday night, and makes you take stock of your situation and write a song about it, rather than just smashing up a bus stop and being a dick for the sake of it.
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