Published on August 21st, 2012 | by0
Review: Back In Black For The Darkness?
Hot Cakes starts off with a dick joke, and not a very funny one at that. After detailing his past decade’s hardships with cocaine and fame, newly returned frontman of The DarknessJustin Hawkins wails about how every man he met during his formative years wanted to suck his cock.
These opening lines to “Every Inch of You” are indicative of the content on the rest of the album (their first since 2005′s underrated One Way Ticket to Hell… and Back). Over 11 songs, the words begin to scrape the surface of something serious and human before reverting to the band’s usual glam rock tropes. That a group known for dork-fingered shredding, leopard print, and general buffoonery even thought to discuss their personal turmoil in the first place is a small step toward musical growth, but sadly, The Darkness squanders these seeds of opportunity. The party is always waiting, the humor is always cheeky (you’ll be hard-pressed to find mention of “sabre-toothed cave ladies” on another album this century), and, despite Hawkins’ troubles, the drugs are always a laughing matter.
Even though no one expects The Darkness to churn out a gloomy, self-loathing opus in the vein of Alice In Chains’ Dirt, it would be nice to see them channel their travails into something that combines more grounded subject matter with their signature brand of nostalgic fun. Instead, we get more of the usual cock-rock posturing and exaggerated machismo.