Flailing about in the playpen of rock’s past, The Ruminaters bring crackpot ambition to their second LP. ‘I’m The Sun That Shines Through Your Mind’ sets the tone. It’s high flying psychedelic rock. A dash of Ogdens’ Nut Gone Flake and lysergic Britpop, yet it’s difficult to pin down for long.
‘I Swear’ could be held beside Oasis, but Pencil’s vocals colour it with Jagger-like drawl. This LP is well-recorded. Laboured over? Perhaps but it doesn’t feel it. This is a group wholly at the mercy of whim.
There’s time they can slip into crudeness. Take ‘No Good Lover’. “I’m a no-good lover on birth control/I’m a no-good lover with an anal probe.” Okay.
But this is, after all, a group defined by their juvenile and delinquent streak. Classic, not classy. Yet for those who were, for a second, convinced these guys might but serious, ‘Boys off Work’ is a showpiece single. Hard riffing rock played with a majestic flair.
‘Psychopath For You’ apes ‘Tomorrow Never Knows’. But who hasn’t ever entertained the fantasy? This record is just that, a kind of fantasy. The work of children who’ve inherited the serious world-changing music of the boomers and wanted it for themselves.
The Ruminaters take it with both hands. It’s that simple. They’re aware rock’s halcyon day is past, but the youthful desire to tear things up and kick dust springs eternal. Cue the waltzing cutup of ‘Art Song’.
So that’s probably it. The Ruminaters have jumped into a fancy studio, written some well-constructed songs and then goofed the hell off. This album rings with the hyperactive energy of the kid that can’t sit still. But the stew of influences it unravels plays perfectly to the suit of its manic hand.
The Rumies second achieves all it sets out to do. The three play with classic form without falling headfirst into regular-issue revivalism. Cerebral undertones, unguarded poetry and grand aesthetic advances? They’re out there somewhere, not here. These songs are fun.
Take no more complaints. Welcome holds all of the primitivism which made I Hate The Ruminaters great. It still rocks, hot-and-greasy.