{"id":68648,"date":"2018-08-22T16:00:15","date_gmt":"2018-08-22T15:00:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alreadyheard.com\/staging\/?p=68648"},"modified":"2018-08-21T12:00:32","modified_gmt":"2018-08-21T11:00:32","slug":"review-wilson-tasty-nasty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alreadyheard.com\/staging\/review-wilson-tasty-nasty\/","title":{"rendered":"Review: Wilson – Tasty Nasty"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>In \u2018Rock of Ages\u2019<\/i>, aspiring musician Drew Boley is faced with the ultimatum of sacrificing his hard rock roots to appease his record label and consequently finds himself in a boy band. While it would be crass to throw such a judgement at Detroit five-piece Wilson<\/b> for following a similar path for third album \u2018Tasty Nasty\u2019<\/i>, the sound is so radically different from its predecessors it leaves listeners scratching their heads.<\/p>\n

First making themselves known as the spiritual successors to Maylene & The Sons of Disaster on 2013\u2019s aptly named \u2018Full Blast Fuckery\u2019<\/i>, Wilson<\/b> have created a glossier product for album three. They’ve traded any trace of chaotic hardcore for party songs bursting with moments of mass appeal.<\/p>\n

For all the questions this sonic switch up may warrant, they embrace this gleaming pop update with aplomb. \u2018Dumptruck\u2019<\/i> opens the album with chants of “This shit fucks, this shit dumps like a dumptruck”<\/em>, and flashy pop-metal riffs with the force of a WWE entrance theme. Alongside \u2018Dumptruck\u2019<\/i>, \u2018Fuck Up My High\u2019<\/i>, and the funk-driven \u2018My Hustle\u2019<\/i> also provide plenty moments red-blooded shredding and skyscraper choruses.
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