Dom: Sun Bronzed Greek Gods Review
If I were to give a grade on the chance that a certain album would strike a nerve with a larger audience, a bet on success if you will, I could easily multiple my score above by four. For better or for worse, my score isn’t a prediction, but a reflection on whether I think a album is something that is worthwhile and original, basically something I would be able to recommend to a friend. Under those guidelines, the trite, hollow and downright tedious debut EP Sun Bronzed Greek Gods by Dom gets a score about as low as I can give for a band that writes and records their own music and isn’t a)trying to be Nickleback or b)was conceived on a reality show. I have a strong hunch many people will disagree with me.
The EP feels like a band that got together and skipped even pretending that they wanted to make good music and went straight for being “the biggest band in the world.” The type of band, like the Killers, who reference U2 not for their actually decent earlier work, but for their business acumen of their later, “we will sell anything to anyone in hopes of becoming billionaires” material. When you readily admit to wanting to be the “Madonna of Garage Rock,” no matter how much you are trying to be ironic, when the material sounds like Sun Bronzed Greek Gods, you can’t help but be perceived as a band who, while not having achieved anything, have already have sold out. Like MGMT, there will be a temptation (and probably an acquiescing) of mainstream critical opinion that these guys are doing something unique or original, but I couldn’t disagree more. Sun Bronzed Greek Gods, from the breezy pop of album opener “Jesus” to the cheesy album closer “I Wonder,” is the trial balloon from a band that use the “indie” label and the American Apparel group-think to move forward what is essentially a business plan to get famous. In a time when there are so many bands great bands toiling away unrecognized, the fact that it seems easy to predict that this drivel is going to blow up is both depressing and frustrating.
The EP, mercifully, is only seven songs long, but with tracks like the radio baiting single “Living in America,” I had trouble making it through the 3 times I listened to it for this review. Maybe I am wrong and the band won’t be this year’s MGMT, but it sure seems like the sound/look/style are all in place for it to happen, especially after MGMT released an album that wasn’t what the Spin/Rolling Stone crowd was looking for. Above and beyond whether the group makes a dent in the public consciousness, Sun Bronzed Greek Gods feels like a hollow stab at creating something “unique” and every step of the way the songs fall flat on their face. I am wildly supportive of weird, left field pop music, but when it feels so calculated, pretentious and thought out as Dom does, I just can’t get on board.