Maybe if I was also botox-ed out of my brain I would enjoy this, but as it stands I’m needle free and it just sounds like an even blander version of Delta Goodrem.
After the sun-soaked desert-disco of Serio, Sydney princes Lost Valentinos take another step into the wilderness. This time they’re camped out in the bush for the night, huddled before a fire with nothing but wild berries to eat. That’s just part one. As the red berries take hold in part two, senses are altered and time is stretched for a thumping spirit quest across the cosmos. Genius.
Yeah, okay, it is hopelessly of the moment with those retro-crushed synths and wailing vocals, but let’s face it – this kicks in at all the right places. If there’s any justice in the world, this will be huge.
What do you do when you’ve been around for as long as Eskimo Joe? Add some vaguely Eastern influences. Oh dear. But even after the appearance of the band’s explorations, the whole song just devolves into some washed out and dumbed down crossbreed of U2, Kings of Leon and Bon Jovi. Yeesh.
