I MISS THE OLD DAVE KEUNING

I think Dave Keuning is a bit pissed off with The Killers.
On more than one occasion across his solo-debut you can’t help but wonder
if he’s taking aim at his Las Vegas brothers for putting his song
suggestions to the bottom of the pile. But whilst lyrically, he may be trying
to move on, sonically, Keuning is still very much a Killer at heart

Despite the arising conflicts from Wonderful Wonderful and eventual exits
of 2/4 of the original line-up, it has clearly influenced Keuning’s solo stuff,
particularly the auto-tuned vocal used on ‘Rut’, which can be heard on Prismism’s title-track. Meanwhile, the
stadium-sized choruses, a cornerstone of every Killer’s track, has translated
to Keuning’s own work, his attempt to recreate these singalong moments falling
short of the iconic crowd-pleasers written by Flowers and Co., but nonetheless
a key component of each song, his attempt to forge his own pop sound apparent
throughout. Scintillating synth sounds are regular, whilst Keuning’s guitar
playing, which has become iconic, is pushed to the forefront on most songs.
There’s even a shitload of rushing, whirring, purring riffs,
licks and hooks driving songs forward, blurring the boundaries of indie pop and
pure angst rock. But there’s no killer blow, if you pardon the pun. This
sideshow Bob looking genius is responsible for some of the greatest riffs of
all-time, the riffs that sound tracked my childhood, and he doesn’t seem to
have even tried to create one for this album. Everything seems chord based,
play me some notes David, play some notes really quickly in some unique
sequence that gets everyone dancing on that light up floor in Flares on a
weekend. We want that Dave back. The Dave that doesn’t argue with his
band mates, that writes those infectious riffs, that stands there, looking as
miserable as anyone in the world could as tens of thousands stand there
screaming at him, as Mr. Brandon Flowers points over and informs the crowd,
“that’s Dave Keuning on the guitar everyone” and you scream, limbs flying, smiles plastered on faces, pints in the air. The
silent, electrocuted-looking assassin, we want that Dave back.
 Haiku Review
I miss the old Dave
The write the hot shit riffs Dave
A good try though, Dave
🍒🍒

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