Kasabian CD - Import

Pre-release hubbub might have you thinking Kasabian's debut is the Stone Roses' firstborn all over again, or that it's a Screamadelica for its generation. Almost, but these lads could use one more spin around the U.K.'s hippest clubs to really polish their craft to Madchester-in-its-prime level. What their debut succeeds in providing is out-of-the-gate excitement, a trippy sack of playful ideas, and a keen understanding of what makes hips sway and heads bob. If hearing Stereolab backing Ian Brown is your dream, "Reason Is Treason" should be your indie rock seducer. If you always wished prog rock danced in baggy jeans, "Test Transmission" should do it. A couple tracks that are show-ers more than grow-ers keep the album from being perfect, but when a Disneyland/Perrey-Kingsley-style keyboard riff plays over a dubby landscape and then gives way to an earnest, catchy hippie chorus, you can't help but fall in love with this ambitious, smart band. You can fill the ashtray with roaches during the cinematic "Butcher Blues" and make your Tangerine Dream-loving friend happy with the space rock meets angst rock of "U Boat." Lead singer Tom Meighan is one part Jagger and one part Richards, with a Beatles haircut and quote-generating, rebellious-interview mouth. They all live together commune style and their sleeves and badges use near-Rage Against the Machine imagery. Heavy, but their debut is a shaggy kind of charming that would work better if you tripped over it instead of having the hype trying to squeeze the word "revolutionary" out of your throat. Painting them as rock's saviors just makes the overly ambitious moments of the album look all that much bigger. Some serious heartbreak, or life for a little while outside of the commune, should broaden these songwriters' abilities to the level promised, but for now they're just exciting, groovy, and proud fathers of a dazzling debut. ~ David Jeffries
It was only a matter of time before England's late-1980s/early-'90s club-crazy Manchester scene inspired a band like Kasabian. Big beats, prominent synths, and thumping basslines make the 2005 debut by this Leicester outfit a direct conduit to the days of the Stone Roses, Primal Scream, and the Charlatans U.K.
This outfit, named for a Charles Manson victim, vividly recalls a time when pumping out rock & roll that was suitable for the dance floor wasn't an anomaly. There are plenty of moments that conjure this vibe on the band's self-titled debut, ranging from the ethereal-yet-energetic "L.S.F. (Lost Souls Forever)" to the acoustic-guitar-driven, groove-laden "Processed Beats," which sounds like a lost Charlatans outtake. Dance-rock Anglophiles will also adore "Cutt Off," a trippy tune that mixes in mentions of the solar system and LSD with subtle flute and vibraphone lines.

Like the kid brothers of The Cooper Temple Clause more interested in reviving the sound of the Stones Roses' anthemia 'Begging You' than tweaking their well coiffeured heads, Kasabian blast through thirteen tracks on their debut, self-titled album like a gang of pumped up stormtroopers with a penchant for aggro. Kasabian are as cocky as Oasis, as party-inducing as the Mondays & as inventive as Primal Scream, in short they are set to be huge. Stay out of their line of fire though, 'cause these boys have a deadly arsenal. 10 Tracks in total. BMG. 2004.