Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The comrades in arms, the unifying force that drives and spurs any band on, it is, in essence, or at least hope, a collective, a meeting of wills and minds that have a single goal, it might come from different directions and have perhaps alternative motives behind it. The merging of ideas and playful synaptic fusing is important, and in this group collective, the Superbrain kicks in and when produced with empathy and desire, the wit and reasoning of the goal becomes clear.
It is to Kangarillapig that this spirit of music is placed, the Merseyside intellect, always flourishing, always one step ahead of the curve, is rife and positively overpowering in the band as is once more proved in the new recording Superbrain.
An album or artwork brought on by any circumstance is to praised just for even seeing the light of day in this current age of ripping apart of the fabric of the artistic community, the demand for profit at all costs an all consuming rhetoric, a bore to which science, government and albatross style management have decreed is essential, yet it stifles the creative and passionate; we are in danger of becoming a society of drones, ruled by the figures and bottom line, rather than the brain and soul which asks only to have ideas painted on walls and music played out as urban symphonies.
It is to this that Superbrain works so well, the strident forthcoming lyrics matching the endeavour of the laid down and captured performance, smooth perhaps, never alarmingly boisterous and off putting, just a lyric and a note which has the call of an angel but the fire of a siren and a beautiful devil strewn through it.
In tracks such as Free Spirit, Hideaway, Head in the Clouds, Hard Knock City, Brotherhood, Eyes of a Child and the bonus song of the band’s cover of the Tears for Fears hit Mad World, Kangarillapig excel and show that the energetic does not have to be coiled around the unruly, that excitement for a great song does not have to be ruled by the mob rule of insincere false demand, that music by a band such as Kangarillapig can be, and is, in itself exquisite.
Ian D. Hall