The Boston Shakers, Wasted. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There is nothing wasted when it comes to the energy of The Boston Shakers, there is enough raw power and passion to make the natural flow of volcanic lava that heats the Icelandic homes and business feel as though it is superfluous to the public need; such has been the immensity of the music performed and captured by the Liverpool based band that the thought of anything wasted is be dismissed as folly.

Whilst nothing is wasted in the pursuit of a great riff and catchy lyric, Wasted itself is a piece of exuberant brilliance, a display of high value and one that does this superb band even more credit than they might have expected. Wasted, if only we could all prove to be so productive, so tight with our thoughts, so flamboyant and vigorous with the way we are perceived, identified and distinguished impeccably, and the rewards that come with it, if only we could be lively then the world would be a much more impressive place.

It is through bands such as The Boston Shakers that those that cause musical emaciation and neglect to shudder in anticipation of being on the end of a roar of disproval, of being the ones to be scorned and thrown in the volcanic flow, and nobody would blame the good guys, all would slap the backs in unison, because the wasteful don’t deserve the breathe of life that is offered them.

In tracks such as Ready For You, Body Mind & Soul, Black Magic and Plastic Bag, the full throated and energetic songs capture the personality of the band completely, one of cheer, one of the dynamic regardless of the rock genre touched upon, and one of wonderful darkness invoking the spirit, the conjured, the beat style of a previous age but one in which these particular poets of the musical stage resound with a dedicated and beautiful anger.

It is in that original lava flow that the enticement of the music begins, the colours of the mind expanded upon and in true Ginsberg style, given the heat and texture that melts the unbelievers away to dust. Nothing is Wasted but wasted is everything and it is a fine day when you come across The Boston Shakers.

Ian D. Hall