Breaks Co Limited/Warner
One of the saddest stories in music has to be that of Breaks Co-Op. To show they’re not even trying anymore they’ve named this set of pastel tunes, Sounds Familiar. Because it does. If you ever had the blatant displeasure of listening to that wet-paper-bag that was The Sound Inside – to think this band was once, nominally, a hip-hop group, and not only that, Roofers was a bloody good album. That song Sound Advice still resonates.
But what’s with all these mentions of Sound in their songs and albums. Sound Advice aside, do they have to remind listeners that there’s something approximating music coming out of the speakers, you know, via the sound…? Who knows what the story is but holy shit these guys really have no business holding their head at medium let alone high.
But whatever fucking musical vasectomy these guys underwent – Jack Johnson holding two bricks over a gumboot down some palm tree-lined street somewhere – Sounds Familiar sounds disgusting. So piss-weak, so dishwater bland, so flat out fucking dull – that if you’re listening to this it’s likely you’re not actually reading this. Because people who listen to shit like this have no business reading reviews, or visiting sites that talk about, well, music.
Of course if you are listening to this album there’s every chance you’re caught up in the story of a Kiwi boy made good, a dude travelling overseas and getting a gig on radio in the UK. Then guesting every couple of years on a musical project that has no validity whatsoever – is just soul-crushingly embarrassing; is so dribbly piss-weak to the point that at best Sounds Familiar sounds fucking ghastly. (That’s at best).
It might not – quite – be the worst album ever but it’s surely the most pointless.