Peacocks After All

Peacocks After All
In what may seem like a wallop of unfortunate timing, Swiss psychobilly trio the Peacocks issue their latest exercise in romp'n'stomp, fuelled by snapping snare drum shots, thumping stand-up bass and twang-y, semi-hollow guitar. Why might that be a bad thing? Well, as many scenesters will tell you, this particular genre has become so overdone it's on the verge of burn out ― about as blandly uninteresting as another revelation that Paris Hilton has done something foolish. Hopefully, thanks to its energized activity and heartfelt delivery, After All may very well be a set of defibrillators to the clinically dead sub-genre. With tunes such as "Lean On Me" calling forth the spirit of late '90s pop punk, a couple of songs spawned from many evenings of spinning Tiger Army's first two albums and the deliciously greaser aspect of ditties like "Dagger" and "Love/Trouble," these 20-year veterans aren't like the newbies struggling to keep up so much as they're ensuring they stay on their own path. The result is an engaging experience unfortunately encased in the stigma of, well, you know. (People Like You)