It's full history ( of rock, pop, but in a general sense ) of what are called meteors , brilliant artists for a season, capable of a nice insight, but without a solid base on which to build a real career . And , beyond sympathy for the Scottish trio , the Fratellis we seem destined , at least for the moment, to be part of that category. Their debut was fulminating , that Costello Music , which contained the hit Chelsea Dagger, and had them thrown into the top of the British charts with the heavy reputation as the next big thing that is almost never anything good. The three brothers fake ( s ) were good at replicating , at least in part , the success with the second test , Here We Stand 2008, but sorry to admit that the third step , as often happens, is what convinces least of all.
The ingredients , paradoxically, have remained the same - rock , '50s and '60s influences , a splash of punk and a strong aptitude for the beautiful ballad - but the taste , not that , is mutated in a manner sensitive to become little flavor . In their favor , fortunately, plays the ability to know how to choose the songs perfect for charts and radio (this time it's up to Seven Night Seven Days and She's Not Gone Yet But She's Leaving , the two best of the lot) , which justifies the announced sold-out tour of the UK , but it is very unlikely that anyone would settle for so little from one album . Tracks like This Old Ghost Town, Whisky Saga, Jeannie Nitro and conclusive Rock'n'Roll Will Break Your Heart and Until She Saves My Soul are examples of discrete capacity Fratellis , but they lack that spark that makes them take off in earnest. The timing of a hit as Flathead already seem hopelessly far away ...