|The Hills Have Eyes|
That guy infests everything we do in society. It's a constant refrain when two or more humans are engaged in conversation about anything under the sun.
Well, I don't want to be that guy, but music sounds better on vinyl. I don't want to be that guy, but where is today's Led Zeppelin?
The list goes on and on. It's not just about music, or food, or beer, or child rearing..etc..etc...etc...
Seriously, we could probably spend the next thirty five to forty years discussing how awful that guy, and I are and can really be. Personally, I'm working on the "don't yuck on my yum" philosophy. If others like it, don't piss on it. OK?
This particular breed of that guy will tell you about how music from his coming of age decade is the best music had to offer.
Then he'll regale you with tales of five to seven amazing bands, generational bands, and ask you where those bands are today.
Show him new music that has one (or both) feet in that era and he'll tell you he's heard it all before. Therein lies the rub. He hates new music that sounds like old music because he's heard it all before, but loves old music even though he's heard it all before.
Another Swedish entrant into The We <3 The 70's Club is Märvel. Let's all give it up for the umlaut.
Like Kiss, Ghost, and others they are masked men. They wear some (presumably) Pro-Wrestling inspired masks. It's kind of like how they all lost a loser leaves town match and had to don the hoods.
Underneath the matching hoods, the matching beards, and mismatching uniforms is some great 70's Arena Rock. Crunchy riffs live alongside melodic hooks. There's some good variance in these tracks with over the top rockers and sensitive ballads.
Märvel is a pure host of contradictions, but anyone looking to see Kiss and Thin Lizzy going into the teleporter like The Fly...well here's your chance.
Genre: Arena Rock
Label: The Sign Records