Saturday, 31 October 2015

British Nuclear Bunkers

Luke Haines is all about pop songs. Whether it’s German terrorism or child murders or English wrestling, he has never been anything less or anything more than a great pop songwriter. 

The recently released British Nuclear Bunkers is exactly the sort of electronic album you would expect from Luke Haines. In an alternative Universe, this is mainstream. These songs would be all over the charts and radio in an electronic world of Utopia. Isn’t “Test Card Forever” just a perfect 2-minute pop song for a world hit by a nuclear explosion?

Because that’s what we are dealing with here. Some kind of a nuclear apocalypse and underground shelters in Camden. Gorillas, lemons, yoga. The concept is either pretentious or far-fetched, probably both, but Luke Haines’ agenda seems to be clear enough: when it comes to rock’n’roll, it’s better to be silly than to be boring. 

And British Nuclear Bunkers never is. It’s a brilliant little album, written by a self-indulgent man with great taste and superior songwriting talent. My only regret is that Luke abandoned another record to do this. A relatively normal acoustic-based set of songs that never came to life. I hope it will. I fucking miss that.