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Aug 18, 2017Because 24 7 Rock Star Shit is just a great record. The requisite acoustic number (Sticks And Twigs) is heartfelt and pretty, there’s a sleek poppiness which can’t help but shine.
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MagnetAug 15, 2017With a snarl on their lisp, drums set to bash and guitars red-lining all the way, snotty new Cribs anthems such as "Year Of Hate" and "Partisan" shine within Albini's typical sonic verite approach to recording. [No. 145, p.53]
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Aug 11, 2017Having made records with Johnny Marr and added all manner of elements to their sound, the band’s latest is a brilliant reminder that Ryan, Gary and Ross are at their most powerful when they strip back their sound to its scrappy core.
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Aug 10, 2017Even by their own standards, the lack of posing or pretence on this LP is startling; it’s a raw, bare-bones affair with nothing in the way of embellishment.
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Aug 18, 201724-7 Rock Shit might just be another slap in the face to those claiming the downfall of rock music. But less talking and more listening.
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UncutAug 18, 2017There are poppy moments--the churning "What Have You Done For Me," and deceptively tranquil "Dead At The Wheel"--but otherwise the Jarman brothers have restrained their more melodic instincts to create sludgy monsters like "Year Of Hate" and storming closer "Broken Arrow." [Oct 2017, p.26]
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Aug 11, 2017While it doesn't feel quite as honed as some of the Cribs' other albums, 24-7 Rock Star Shit is a lot of fun, as well as more proof that the band's eternal tug of war between grit and polish still generates excitement.
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Aug 10, 201724-7 falters when it tries anything except balls-to-the-wall, though.
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Aug 14, 2017This back-to-basics flipside to 2015’s poppy For All My Sisters has little to offer those not already positively disposed towards the Cribs’ basics--mordant lyrics, tetanus-jab guitars and raucous woah-ohh-ohh choruses--but the likes of Dendrophobia, with its haywire licks and raw scream of “we can’t afford each other”, and In Your Palace have an irresistible energy.
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Aug 10, 2017The droll title of their seventh album, 24-7 Rock Star Shit, neatly brings these tropes together, but it’s also a record that proves that the band’s reluctance to be swayed by fame and fashion can seem like stasis: Jarman’s whiny, distinctively-accented vocal and the loose, lo-fi guitar rock (invariably heralded by a blizzard of feedback) are the ingredients in a recipe that has barely changed in a decade.
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MojoAug 10, 2017The results are patchy. [Sep 2017, p.92]
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Q MagazineAug 10, 2017Despite the gentle, plaintive Sticks Not Twigs and the lugubrious Dead At The Wheel, it's Albini in excelsis: a super-fast, super-loud cathartic howl, but this being The Cribs, it's leavened by their trademark way with a manly melody. [Sep 2017, p.106]
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Aug 10, 201724/7 Rock Star Shit has to be one of the all-time great rock’n’roll titles; but sadly, lurking behind it is an album which struggles to fulfil such vagabond promise. Rather, it seems terminally enervated: most of these songs have a shrugging, slovenly manner.