With a name like The Gay Blades, you wouldn’t imagine they hail from masculinity HQ, New Jersey – the base for Mobsters, strip clubs, steel mills and a constant supply of Bruce Springsteen. At first instance frontman Clark Westfield, backed up by drummer Puppy Mills, sound like any generic MTV friendly pop-metal test-tube experiments. But a minute in and it’s clear that these persons are a cut above the average. It’s lucky the band aren’t Mexican, the chorus is so catchy it’s contagious. And to call it watered down Enter Shikari wouldn’t be an insult. The Gay Blades have metal on their résumé. Ok, it might not be as raw but in it’s own way it’s looser with vocals feeling less restricted to falling behind instruments in pecking order. Ultimately It’s camp rock without the Jonas Brothers, and it’s great.
