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The Computers: Love Triangles Hate Squares

Garage-rockers reinvent their sound as southern-fried blues.

Two years after their hardcore-tinged punk-pop debut, Exeter five-piece The Computers return radically rebranded as slicked-back, sharp-suited, turbo-hollering whiteboy rock’n’soul stompers.

Recorded in the analogue-heavy Deep South studio of Black Keys producer Mark Neill, Love Triangles Hate Squares is an adrenaline-pumped exercise in self-consciously retro cultural tourism which retains the garage-rock fury of its predecessor but douses it in thick layers of jukebox Americana, from Sun Studios to Stax Records, Jerry Lee Lewis to James Brown.

The inevitable challenge with such shameless ancestor worship is how to avoid sounding like a derivative Blues Brothers-style tribute band. This requires re-imagining the raw emotion and blood-and-guts vitality of such protean music, a trick which frontman Alex Kershaw pulls off maybe half the time. He sounds like early Elvis Costello on the punchy title track and like a punked-up Smokey Robinson on the swaggering Mr Saturday Night, then really lets rip with the climatic waltz-time tearjerker Single Beds.

That said, no amount of sore-throat testifying and ragged honky-tonk piano can fully disguise Kershaw’s lack of songwriting originality. Love Triangles Hate Squares is a forceful blast of passion-fired pastiche, but never quite escapes feeling like a cheap holiday in other people’s history.