Album Reviews

- by Christophe

Dude, this is Punk Rock Theory, not Poetry Theory.

Yeah, honestly, no matter how good your poems are, those 49 seconds to kick off an album did not float my boat. Personally, I would’ve simply used the opening lament on “Goodness, pt. 2” as an introduction to “Goodness”.

From then on, it’s all “goodness, gracious”. Because The Hotelier’s third album simply is one helluva compelling album, right until its dying seconds.

I’m probably one of the only ones left unimpressed by The Hotelier’s previous effort. The one with the Yoda-esque title “Home, Like No Place is There”, remember? It was highly recommended by many people, I was somewhat unsatisfied.

A bit like “Star Wars VII”, really. Some parts in that movie bummed me out. (Seriously, Kylo, your dad? You friggin’ little emo bitch!)

Now, before you get a bad feeling about this review: this album is more of an up-tempo, solid indie rock record instead of a sad, whiny emo album. Yes, it has a few hiccups. The occasional minute and a half of whatever soundscapes you can come up with, for example.

If the analogy between Star Wars and The Hotelier’s records continues, I have, ehm, a new hope for Episode VIII. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be a great movie.