Young Guns Fires Off a Track Bound To Leave Listeners Wanting More

Young Guns' sound has been compared to The Killers. There's merit in that when you consider the supposedly limitless bombast of "I Want Out" to The Killers' "When You Were Young". The former can't be contained by four recording studio walls. Gustav Wood's voice has the shooting for the cheap seats vigor you'd expect from an area rock level band. As appears a common trend on the scene these days Young Guns drop in philosophy to go with the twin guitar assault of Fraser and John Taylor. Refusing to be confined to a background role we've got Simon Mitchell whose bass guitar stares you down and dares you to make it blink first. Kansas already reminded us of out relative insignificance with "Dust In The Wind". Young Guns provided not one, but two opportunities to hammer that exact same message home. Gustav turns to leaves rather than dust (thoughtful of him to treat nature as a supportive pal rather than a condemning prison). Later he puts a biological slant on his message, specifically that we're mere breath against glass. Add to that how we're ashes in a fire fading fast and you have a guy who the alcohol industry loves because he's putting their offspring through college. Ben Jolliffe's no slouch in the drumming department. He slams home rhythms with authority. This collective foursome earns its spotlight when we arrive at the chorus refrain of "Cause if this is love baby I want out." There's a real hefty he-man chorus at work here and as the refrain takes deeper hold that straight through the roof style I mentioned bears its entire rainbow of kaleidoscopic colors. Classic poetry gets a fist bump with "Rage against the dying light". I'm not sure if Dylan Thomas would've approved or not or even if he'd have regarded himself a fan of Young Guns. Whatever the motivation we've jumped back into kind of melancholy musings about how fragile we are as above ground creatures. Not earth-shattering nor a way to talk the troubled out of a dark hole. On the musicianship side of things the foursome have a great intuitive sense of what makes great timing. The dominoes fall at exactly the right moments. They're on the run. You want to take the journey with them. Gustav holds the choral notes beautifully, drawing them out enough to achieve maximum impact. If you're into a wall of sound that locks and loads at the expense of your heebie jeebies button "I Want Out" will make you very happy. So be it if you want to accuse Fraser and John of noodling around a fair bit. If you have the chops there's nothing wrong with giving casual listener and experienced Young Guns vet a taste of what their dollar is going to buy them. "I Want Out" pulls listeners into the conflicted vortex of existentialists looking for a little human warmth to make the rough spots easier to bear. You'll be oddly taken with this calibrated shock to the system. Melodic and moody mix together in perfect sync. Young Guns deserve numerous chances to reload and slay the unsuspecting listening public.