After listening to Thomas Tantrum's debut album I find myself in a frustrating place, I've never encountered a band that can change my mood so quickly. At points I'm overcome with pop induced joy - then seconds later ferment rage. The main factor in this bipolar listening experience stems largely from lead singer Megan Thomas' delivery. Her sickly sweet vocals in the verse of "Shake It, Shake It!" are perfect, but when she starts to repeat the line "I wanna talk, no I wanna talk" my head is magnetically drawn to the nearest wall, I can't take it. I'd rather be stuck in a lift with Anne Widdicombe than hear than line again, but no there it is planted in my brain forever. Maybe it's just me; perhaps someone in their mid twenties is far too jaded for this type of thing but then the jangly guitars of "Swan Lake" kick. Then it hits me "no this is great, I can still enjoy happy indie pop" then, like an over exuberant drunk being dragged out his local, I'm pulled from my joy by the Kate Nash evoking "Mum's The Word. Arrrrrrrrrrgh.
Guaranteed to be musical marmite, Thomas Tantrum's eponymous debut will be cherished by some and spat out by others. I however remain firmly on the fence, like the confused teen torn between trekking the familiar route of heterosexuality or taking unknown path to the land of gay.
Guaranteed to be musical marmite, Thomas Tantrum's eponymous debut will be cherished by some and spat out by others. I however remain firmly on the fence, like the confused teen torn between trekking the familiar route of heterosexuality or taking unknown path to the land of gay.
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