Florida’s We The Kings have apparently secured themselves as one of the most exciting bands in the pop-rock circuit. Admittedly, their songs are catchy and their lyrics carry a slightly heavier conviction compared to similar bands. But the problem with We the Kings is they’re just so horribly crass. The choruses are so sickly sweet it can become intolerable, making you reach for the rusty saw to remove your ears, as swiftly as is able. They jump about their songs with a young eagerness that reminds you of Disney. I suppose you could see at as ‘brims with youthful vibrancy and enthusiasm.’
Some of their songs’ choruses can be well crafted, slightly reminiscent of hellogoodbye or Cute Is What We Aim For, but the choruses are built for nothing but sticking in your head and making you buy the album. So I’m not going to give them any help, if you understand.
4/10, out 15 March 2010.
Words by Niall Amor
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