JEFF The Brotherhood
Wasted on a Dream
Its a burning question; what would it sound like if Weezer, Black Sabbath, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Red Hot Chili Peppers all got together, popped some sleeping tablets and washed them down with an ample helping of non-descript booze brown-paper-bag style? The answer; JEFF The Brotherhoods 8th LP, Wasted on a Dream. This would have been the duos second record released via Warner Bros but Jake and Jamin Orrall were dropped by the major label, presumably the big dogs at WB heard the lacklustre offering they were due to put out and thought better of it. First and foremost, Wasted on a Dream is a pastiche of everything thats come before, this formulaic offering positions JEFF The Brotherhood like a covers band rattling through rocks past with little interest in forging their own personality. Yes, the album has riffs-aplenty and given enough cheap alcohol on a Saturday night, it would slay an intoxicated audience but thats it. Unlike other duos who borrow from the past but reboot it for the future, the Orrall brothers seem stuck in time warp.
Its no lie that rock n roll has lost its broader appeal, with dance music, hip hop and pop dominating the airwaves, and its easy to see why when an album such as Wasted on a Dream lumbers up an alternative. Even the most forgiving rock fan would be turned off by the pairs lackadaisical vocals and damped production here. Where youd want the album to roar and sound filthy, in its place is a muddied sound that dulls the impact of an LP that could rip your face off. Even the records artwork looks like an outcast from the late 80s/early 90S but not in a retro way in a dated way.
Sonically derivative and lyrically cliché, Wasted on a Dream doesnt stray too far from the predictable rock handbook, not if you ignore the flute solo from Jethro Tulls Ian Anderson on Black Cherry Pie a fucking flute and the mention of cherry pie, eugh! In amongst the swampy whatever-rock, themes of self-deprecation bob to the surface, lifes shit I dont want to live anymore blah blah blah you get the picture. Theres no defiance here, no oomph that says yeah life is crappy but Im going to fight against its almost like the band are ticking boxes. The inspiration behind the pairs latest effort was, rather obviously, 90s rock we envisioned something similar to a lot of rock records that came out in the 90s, back when rock records were still really big and bands like Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana were playing arenas states Jamin. Somethings been lost in translation here because, those iconic outfits never produced anything this bland or unoriginal and this obsession with the 90s is getting boring.
Wasted on Someones Elses Dream would be more accurate waste of time in fact.
Words and thoughts of Adam Williams