South American revolution via the East-End
El Presidente – Rocket.
On first play I was about to dismiss this, toss it on to the pile marked “Help the Aged” and then start to sharpen the knives. A couple of plays later and the scent of Rock Star blood had gone.
What you get is a finely honed, fuzzy bass led, trashy 3.5 min pop song that doesn’t outstay its welcome. The vocals though are a bit too “Kravitz” for my liking but at the same time not wholly unappealing. Whilst not being the most ground breaking of records and certainly not the next evolution in music that the half jokingly press spiel would have you believe, it does get you moving and in the bland world of varying shades of grey rock which pervades at the moment that counts for something.
With a push from the high hip play list Priests of XFM it could well find its rightful audience and make its mark. That’s assuming they have the airtime left as they’ve probably just made a pact with the man below to shove 100 new Keane clones down our throats.