Palma Violets, Danger in the Club

180 was a chuffing great debut album, wasn't it? So indie rockers Palma Violet's new record, Danger in the Club, had a lot to live up to. They've catapulted since 180's release, thanks to several appearances in NME, a massive online fan base and infamously energetic live shows. The verdict? Well... I'm not sure it was worth spending nearly £20 for the limited edition signed copy, let's put it that way.

Instrumentally, it's of a similar caliber to 180, which was to be expected and rightly so. Garage rock infused with psychedelic and all that. Girl, You Couldn't Do Much Better on the Beach is a pleasantly upbeat t-shirt weather track, but it's no Rattlesnake Highway. Matador is bluesy, late night bath-time material, but it's no 14. Can you see where I'm going with this?

Lyrically, Danger in the Club is a bit hit and miss, albeit mostly hit. Hollywood (I Got It) is drab, but Peter and the Gun is clever. Chilli Jesson's voice doesn't aggressively cascade into your ears like the first album; it's a lot more mellow this time round, which is a shame.

All in all, Danger in the Club is good, but is being 'good' enough? In comparison with Drenge's Undertow and Alabama Shakes' Sound & Color from earlier this year, it's a subordinate follow up to a popular band's successful debut, another example of the prevalence of the 'second album curse'.

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