The Darkness

Motorheart COOKING VINYL

Lowestoft’s finest have a lust for (alien and robot) life on album seven.

Since their very earliest days, The Darkness have walked a fine line between stupid and clever with such panache, even Charles Blondin would have applauded. With-style double entendres, their skill has been in returning a sense of fun to rock’n’roll without ever becoming the joke themselves. That’s largely because for every nod and wink, and every colourful catsuit, they’ve clearly always taken the music extremely seriously, reviving the 80s stadium-rock histrionics they love and rewiring it to light up the seaside town that spawned them.