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Media Review

Overall Rating:

7.0

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Music Quality: 7.5

Production: 8.5

Originality: 7.0

Tracklisting

1. Venus
2. Now You Know
3. So Physical
4. Close Your Eyes
5. Camera Tricks
6. Still Don't Know Your Name
7. Hey Love
8. Saturday Night
9. You're My Halo (Prom Song)
10. Blue Coat, Black Hair
11. Don't Need a Thing
12. Grand Divider

As far as I know now, there is one genre-revival that should be careful in the future. It is one style of music that dares to ride the cusp of self-mockery. Of course, the musical genre I am thinking of is glam-rock. This is recipe that has been collecting dust on the shelves of music history since the end of the 1980’s. A musical legend such as David Bowie, Lou Reed, and Marc Bolan couldn’t muck it up if they tried, but is has been dragged through the mud before. The genre has received a few pushes into the spotlight in the past years; many of them have been unbearable. But the long-awaited full length from We Are the Fury, Venus, takes the genre to places it should be, rather than where it could be.

No one should go as far as to say that this album is genius or masterful, but it is an interesting listen. Venus crawls through the hallways of a genre passed, and instead of lurking in the shadows, it comes full ahead with cigar clenched between the teeth and a rifle in hand. We Are the Fury aren’t ashamed or embarrassed to rock both music and glitter. The songs most certainly rock, but they sometimes lump together in which you try to discern track six from track seven. There is no reason to be unfair here, because We Are the Fury have come pretty close to achieving their goal. In this reviewer’s mind, they have many places to go if they take the right path. A band like this can be seen evolving into a more tightly-constructed, Faces-esque rock band. Venus is really the shape of things to come out of these brand new rockers. We Are the Fury will make their mark this year, but once the pianos come out, they will achieve revival rock greatness.

reviewed by John Dickson