I’ll keep this review short since we've got such a short project on our hands, running at a meager five tracks and seventeen minutes. Embracing a dance-punk sound, circa the likes Franz Ferdinand Parquet Courts, Do Nothing have come through with a more melodic yet just as chockablock with groovy magnetism follow-up to 2020’s Zero Dollar Bill EP. For anyone who is unfamiliar with this band, just as I was up until a few days ago, their style of dance-punk/indie-rock doesn’t venture too far away from the genre’s roots and is heavily inspired by contemporaries, which is to be expected from a band who is as new to their respective scene as Do Nothing is.
Again, this is a slower-paced and more melodic counterpart to their debut EP, toning the energy down a few volts yet still remaining just as groovy, if not even groovier. Chris Bailey’s lackadaisical and bold vocal-delivery, which is most notably comparable to Julian Casablanca, juxtaposes his playfully eccentric lyrics. Though, behind the somewhat nonsensical, child-like references towards eels and getting eyeballs poked by some fictional character created by Bailey, there’s a sense of uneasiness and dread. As the whole shtick of albums focusing on Quarantine and its disastrous effects on said artist's life is getting tiresome, an EP whose themes are masquerade behind such a jubilant attitude is a breath of fresh air. The album ultimately falls victim to its lack of adventurous ideas and not leaving all too much of a lasting impression on me besides a song simply being a "catchy dance-punk tune". Nonetheless, this EP is great, fun, and danceable. There’s not much more you could want out of a dance-punk EP.
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FAVORITE TRACKS: Glueland, Rolex, Knives, Great White Way
WORST TRACK: Uber Alles