ALBUM: Foxy Shazam – Foxy Shazam

Release Date: October 11th, 2010
Label: Sire Records


The name Foxy Shazam sounds like some over-the-hill exotic dancer still plying her trade alongside her pension. She’s got all the skills but the ideas have run dry. No amount of glitter or feather catsuits can drag back the clock and help make this tired old race horse look any fresher. It’s all gone a bit stale.

The band Foxy Shazam sound like Freddie Mercury‘s grave robbers attempting to recreate the unpalatabe ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’ with too many primary colours. It’s all very bombastic with it’s piano, trumpets and ‘Radio Gaga’-aping vocals but in a completely unsatisfying, cheap sort of way. Just passing this off as “fun” or “poppy” is like trying to compliment over-weight friends by calling them “bubbly”. It’s never nice to struggle to find anything nice to say about a band or their work, but this self-titled release lurches from tepidly repetitive wedding band to Meatloaf-lite and back again.

What about the good points? Outside of the fake-as-a-spandex-christmas-tree piano, it’s a relatively well produced 54 minutes and the band can all play their instruments. The latter should though, surely, be a given what with this being a band producing a CD rather than succeeding at anything in particular. All the over-the-top play acting within each track just sounds overworked and cringe worthy like some doting father trying to “get down” with his kids by harking back to the days when he had a mullet and a Status Quo obsession: “they’re like one of those ‘rock’ bands you and your friends like, right son?”

As this album is one great big smudge of mediocrity, it’s difficult to highlight any tracks in particular. ‘Wanna Be Angel’ contains, like many of it’s sibling songs, poor, clichéd lyrics not helped by the ridiculous attempts at vocal delivery that constantly fails flat on its face. And no, I didn’t mean to say falls. ‘Unstoppable’ shows the band at their Queen cover band best besides the disappointing absence of a Brian May guitar solo. Rounding off our trio is the 80’s disco-rock japery of ‘Killin’ It’ with it’s Sparks meets The Feeling shenanigans. Hilarious.

Bad albums can be fun for all the wrong reasons. The problem is Foxy Shazam aren’t even bad. They’re bland, boring and completely, middle of the road, average. Move along people. Nothing to see here.

Written by Greg Johnson