In March, Plastic Man released their debut album ‘Don’t Look At The Moon following the successful release of their EP ‘Light & Dark’. The Italian trio have really made a bang with the album and rightly so, it’s West Coast-y, it’s psychedelic-y and it’s garage rock-y, it has everything needed for a great, flavor filled album. The LP imagines up images of tumblr grunge girls and heavy sunshine, surfing guys with long hair and stoners, insane dreams and the Toaster filter on Instagram. It’s the perfect album for summer and it doesn’t sound like one of those try hard party pop albums everyone puts on repeat as soon as it reaches 20°C, you just can’t loose. ‘North Polar Land’ opens the album in a dreamy, thrashy and distorted vocal-ed psych rock heaven, making the perfect introduction for the album.
Following that is the less upbeat ‘Blue And Black Dream’, it sounds tired after the energy in the previous track and is even more distorted, feeling as though it has lost the energy to keep composed. In the chorus it turns into something that doesn’t sound dissimilar to an odd trip the circus, but that’s not to say any of the track sounds bad at all, it all does kind of work and makes something exactly as the title suggests, a ‘blue and black dream’. But, before you get too into the dreamy side of things, ‘Black Hole’ comes over to shout in your face in a angry, relentless rock fit.
‘Needle Point’ again flips their sound to the other side of the mattress, it’s slow but there is a threatening air to it, whether or not it comes from the tribal sounds or not I can’t tell. It builds into a hazy, momentum filled high point before returning to it’s previous plod as if nothing happened, and, if you’re lucky, you the words ‘needle point’ will be all that comes out your mouth for awhile. You’ll be hypnotized. Whilst ‘Paroxetine’ may not be the best track to treat your depression to, it is a great hazy, slow rock song which is followed by the albums title track, featuring what seems to be a mix of every genre of sound that you could find in the album.
‘He Didn’t Know’ goes on to remind me of an old fashioned cinema skit, one from before the talkies and when Charlie Chaplin was falling about the screen., it seems like the perfect soundtrack for it. A feisty, break-less ‘Rolling Machine’ and a reminder of the Ordinary Boys’ ‘Boys Will Be Boys’ in the form of ‘Tom’s Tree’ comes next, leading the way for ‘Sun Is Going Mad’, a dark and sly track which creeps around with those echoed vocals. This is the sort of track which you’d sing with your eyes wide open in a ghastly pose, stomping your feet in anguish. ‘Mike, The Centre Of The World’ gives us a reminder of Blur’s ‘Tracey Jacks’ before the album comes to a close with ‘Play The Card’, a short romp which is full of dangerous and raucous sounds.