THE CELESTIANS are a promising act; full of youth and and backed up by an almost epic stadium sound but something on this four track EP just doesn’t click.
Specimens has all the right things for rock super-stardom; there’s an epic delayed guitar sound courtesy of The Edge on a cocktail of party drugs, backed up with a pounding dance-beat rhythm section and obligatory, crowd pleasing “woah-a-woah’s” going on but therein lies the problem. That’s all it is – all the time. It’s hard to build up the crowd to an anthemic, memorable moment when that moment happens to last an entire song, every song – it’s overkill.
With a massive production behind them (they really, really need to spend out on that) and a little refinement in the vocals and dynamics, The Celestians are on to a winner, especially since finding their niche so early in their career. For the mean time however, they’re an average band who fall slightly short of the mark.
KYLE BUNKIN