The Slang just earned a new fan. I listened to the single. I listened to the self-titled EP. For a while, I just grimaced. This is my music – power pop rock. But can indie ever really be pop? For instance, The Killers were The Killers before they were Queen-like operatic rock gods from outer space. Because this is a debut, I needed to meet The Slang, before I was knocked over by effects, arrangements, and huge vocals. A few chords on a distorted guitar is the traditional indie band greeting. These guys walked into my house and grabbed a couple of cold ones like we were old friends. I need courtship and foreplay.
The EP may be “overproduced.” I always hated that term, and most people can’t define it. I think it’s what happens when indie bands hit the studio with producers who “shape” their sound. That shape almost always sounds the same – softer, gentler, and continuous. I understand the need for consistency on an album, but here, three songs could be the same song and it has nothing to do with songwriting or instrument playing.

Ultimately, I feel like when I hear these guys live, and I will, they will sound nothing like this EP. I hope they sound like this, but louder, and sweatier, and angrier – like rock.
Then . . . I fell in love.
The fourth track that I heard was “Rule the World.” I thought, “this is more like it.” In this track, the band creeps closer to bands that I secretly love, like Rooney. The next track, “Find a Way,” is California-rock perfection (they're from Ohio). If The Slang is these two tracks, someone sign them - but now. Outside of The Strokes, I have not enjoyed rock this much in a decade – and I actually quite enjoy rock.
Because I only liked two songs from a five song EP, I am tempted to say two of five stars. But those songs are too good – 3.5 out of 5.
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