Laguna Meth - Laguna The Puma
The problem is the rapidly changing genres produces an album uneven in feel - Laguna Meth covers many sounds, but masters none of them.
It's almost as if the Seventies haven't happened. Sixties hippies abound. Boho chic. Flower prints. Songs called 'Children Of The Garden Unicorn'. What went wrong? Laguna Meth is self-described as "a solitary visionary embarking on a journey through space, time and rock". Phrases to strike fear into the heart of any reviewer.
'Nuclear Snowcone' is quick to allay these, beginning the time travel with a trip back to the grunge era. The guitar strung melodies do just about cover up lyrics wittering about being "a rainbow cowboy". 'Stud Boy' hops genre again to Pavement-era slacker rock. There is no doubting Laguna Meth's talent, flitting between genres at will, and doing each of them justice.
The lyrics are a big issue though - "Mickey Mouse, came into my house", sung without a hint of irony, is enough to drive a boy insane. 'Lucifer O' moves onto electronicbleepchillout before being quickly followed up with country inspired wail; a psychedelic strum out follows later. 'Trippin' is one of the standouts of the album, descending riffs spiral into gorgeous melodies with feel and passion.
The problem is the rapidly changing genres produces an album uneven in feel - Laguna Meth covers many sounds, but masters none of them. The songs are of a very high quality, and the sheer chameleon nature impresses, but individually there is nothing exceptional. Lyrics drag the mood down, covering up the beauty beneath: "I like drugs cos they're crazy, I like drugs cos they're happy". Oh dear. A case of too much choice, not enough decision.
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