Listening to SHINY TOY GUNS is like seeing the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz finally get his heart; Techno with emotion. Something industrial that can live and breathe and hurt just like you and me. Some songs brim with the same melancholic simplicity that put The Postal Service on the map, while others deliver epic choruses that could teach Muse a thing or two. The album starts off STRONG. One minute, you put in the CD and hit ‘play’, the next minute you’re already on track 4 and your butt has been literally danced off. Then things get serious.
Songs like “Don’t Cry Out” and “Rainy Monday” will make you miss every ex you’ve ever had. Shiny Toy Guns is a night out with close friends that starts out on the dance floor and ends in the apartment with open discussions of hopes, fears and lost loves over coffee. Then, at the end of the night, the closing/title track tucks you in safely at home, staring at the ceiling with hope for tomorrow. At least that’s how the last song SOUNDS, but look closer and you’ll find lyrics that could make Robert Smith cry, “Sunday I cried all night, and it hurt so bad / But if you try to understand, this is who I am”. If Depeche Mode could be as sexy as Kill Hannah, or The Faint could touch you like The Cure, you would have Shiny Toy Guns. Welcome to world of synth-emo.
4 out of 5.
For fans of: The Faint / Depeche Mode / Kill Hannah