Album Review
The Kabeedies – Rumpus
What do you say about a transparent, youthful, bitty and formulaic debut album from a bunch of indie scamps? Well, I guess you say just this; that it’s transparent, youthful, bitty and formulaic.
Not at one point do The Kabeedies take you by surprise nor do they establish a stronghold on a sound so often tried and so rarely well done. The Kabeedies attempt the sort of awkward bounce-pop that Hot Club De Paris and Slow Club do so well. However, unlike the aforementioned connoisseurs of the jittery genre, The Kabeedies lack any real song writing talent, instead they rely on pure innocence, an innocence messing up its hair all “hard done to” and pointing its feet inwards for a MySpace photograph.
In truth, Rumpus is anything but a “commotion” as its definition would have you know and is instead a limp farewell to a cute form of indie pop that has slowly became trivialised from an expression of youth to a fluffy collection of meaningless jingles.
Having said, the group sound like they’re having a bloody good time, and that’s the main thing, eh!