Release Date: October 19th 2018
Label: Metropolis Records
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After a few years away from Mindless Self Indulgence, you’d be forgiven for thinking Jimmy Urine may have calmed down a bit. As it turns out, that’s not the case, evident in his self-titled solo album, ‘Euringer’ (his actual surname).
Second track, ‘If It Ain’t You Today It Will Be You Tomorrow’, is almost impossible to follow as Jimmy attempts to cram as much as he possibly can into the space of four minutes, almost as though he has a checklist that has to be cleared before he’s happy releasing a song, resulting in one that makes four minutes feel more like an hour.
That’s not to say the album is without its high notes, and not just because of the abundant use of falsetto in Jimmy‘s vocals. There are some tracks that are a genuine pleasure to listen to, like the first three minutes of ‘That’s How Jimmy Gets Down’, which showcases his ability to adapt his voice to suit the music by rapping over the electronic instrumentation, before that excitement is sadly interrupted by a shoehorned spoken word exit that lasts about a minute too long.
This monologue heading into the following track, ‘Be Afraid Of Who You Are’, embodies everything that doesn’t work about this album; it spends so much time trying to be a prog rock album that it forgets to offer up anything to keep your attention. There was no moment more exciting when listening to this album than the realisation that at eight tracks in, I must be close to the end, and there was no moment more disappointing than the realisation that at this point there were in fact still eight tracks left. Sigh.
Saying that, despite the first half of the album, some hope is offered in the form of ‘Detroit And Only Halfway Thru The Tour’, a song that’s genuinely enjoyable from start-to-finish, and from here on out it’s not a bad album, but it shouldn’t take eight completely unfocused tracks to get there. The latter half offers some enjoyable melodies, complimenting vocals, exciting instrumentation, and something that cannot be stressed enough: focus. But, it’s a shame that it’s such a struggle to get to that point.
When writing this album, it’s as though Jimmy Urine took the idea of ‘less being more’ and subverted it by thinking “if less is more, just imagine how much more ‘more’ would be”, which sadly just reduces the first half to an almost unlistenable mess.
‘Euringer’ is a frustrating listen that shows promise, but far too late in on the record when redemption is already unsalvageable. It could easily be half the length, if not reduced to an extended play rather than a sixteen track studio album (an idea that is both mindless and self indulgent in itself), with the amount of songs even worth an arguable repeated listen to be counted on one hand.