If every supposedly innovative rock band sounded like this, the world
would be a lifeless place. Warm describe themselves as "Lenny Kravitz
meets Roxy Music" and if you take a while to consider that
juxtaposition you'll get what I'm trying to say.
'Better Place' begins the album, a NIN-type slap bass number with all
the melody of a dented coke can tumbling down a deserted back alley.
'What's it For' and 'Did I Make You Worry' are more listenable but
only in comparison to the turgid bollocks that makes up the remainder
of the LP.
To call 'Make You Worry' over-produced Joy Division with pianos is
near the truth. This is depressing, the kind of album that should
never be released on an unstable public.
Overall, Warm show themselves as a crowd of derivative musicians. The
bits and pieces of a painful array of influences all come together in
a limp cacophony of miasmic noise. The last three tracks are remixes:
adding some bleeps does not improve the tunes. The horror, the horror.
by Michael Gleeson