Album: Yungblud - Idols

Dominic Harrison’s latest disc fails to live up to the hype

Yungblud has declared his fourth album, Idols, to be a “a project with no limitations”. This is quite a claim.

So, what musical wonders has Dominic Harrison created in collaboration with his team of producer Matt Schwartz, composer Bob Bradley and guitarist Adam Warrington? Perhaps a reggae infused mix of hardcore punk, techno and folk rock? Or maybe a delirious fusion of heavy metal, grime, be-bop and desert blues?

Unfortunately, not. Idols comes on like a full-on celebration of soulless second wave Britpop, with maximalist production that leans heavily into the “loudness wars” style of the late 1990s and early 2000s, omnipresent orchestral backing, over-blown guitar solos, ridiculously emotive vocals and a word spaghetti of lyrics that say nothing in particular. In short, it’s an album that seems to take most of its cues from Oasis’ Be Here Now period of sprinkling cocaine on their cornflakes with an extra dash of Robbie Williams at his most preposterous. And if this wasn’t enough, Idols is only the first slice of a two-disc set. So, somewhat depressingly, there’s going to be more at some point.

Yungblud doesn’t even aim particularly high on this album, ploughing the same furrow repeatedly. Opening track, “Hello Heaven Hello” signals what’s to come in capital letters and is a nine-minute stadium-pop over-indulgence that throws in everything but the kitchen sink but doesn’t really go anywhere worthwhile. While tracks like the overwrought power ballad, “Zombie” would even embarrass Richard Ashcroft, and “Ghosts” lays on the Sturm und Drang to the point of absurdity, shamelessly lifting some of The Edge’s guitar style along the way.

Once upon a time, it looked as if Yungblud might be a stand-out character in 2020s’ UK pop. With each new release though, his music is proving to be ever more an example of over-excitable marketing hype with nothing worthwhile to back it up.

Add comment

The content of this field is kept private and will not be shown publicly.

Plain text

  • No HTML tags allowed.
  • Lines and paragraphs break automatically.
  • Web page addresses and email addresses turn into links automatically.
A full-on celebration of soulless second wave Britpop

rating

1

explore topics

share this article

the future of arts journalism

You can stop theartsdesk.com closing!

We urgently need financing to survive. Our fundraising drive has thus far raised £33,000 but we need to reach £100,000 or we will be forced to close. Please contribute here: https://gofund.me/c3f6033d

And if you can forward this information to anyone who might assist, we’d be grateful.

Subscribe to theartsdesk.com

Thank you for continuing to read our work on theartsdesk.com. For unlimited access to every article in its entirety, including our archive of more than 15,000 pieces, we're asking for £5 per month or £40 per year. We feel it's a very good deal, and hope you do too.

To take a subscription now simply click here.

And if you're looking for that extra gift for a friend or family member, why not treat them to a theartsdesk.com gift subscription?

more new music

Young composer and esoteric veteran achieve alchemical reaction in endless reverberations
Two hours of backwards-somersaults and British accents in a confetti-drenched spectacle
The Denton, Texas sextet fashions a career milestone
The return of the artist formerly known as Terence Trent D’Arby
Contagious yarns of lust and nightlife adventure from new pop minx
Exhaustive box set dedicated to the album which moved forward from the ‘Space Ritual’ era
Hauntingly beautiful, this is a sombre slow burn, shifting steadily through gradients
A charming and distinctive voice stifled by generic production