Label: El Rancho Records
TL;DR: Be more mature 3/10
‘It’s not an album to go ‘Oh Schnapps!’ for, but more ‘Oh…Craps.’
To be fair, having a donut on top of a nipple is definitely considered a nasty buffet, which makes everything in this circle of context dripping with common sense. Nasty Buffet is the debut full length by Glaswegian four-piece Schnapps. The band have taken everything silly from the 90s and incorporated it in their sound in a barely modern direction, complete with laid back guitars, LADdish vocals and killer solos, to make this a reasonably fun record.
The album begins with More To Life Than Peach, a track featuring a very laid back and vintage guitar riff, similar to the slightly quiet and clean guitar which featured on NODZZZ’s album. As the title should suggest to you, you’re not going to find the answer to life inside, but what you do get is a very enjoyable few minutes which is ideal for when the brain can’t be asked to continue working.
Unfortunately, the immaturity crosses the line in following track Ice Cream, which of course features the completely original rhyme ‘I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!’ within the lyrics. The level of creativity only decreases as the band now begin to spell out the words ice cream, it would have been enjoyable before I hit puberty, now not so much. It worked for Noah And The Whale with L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N but for this track it comes across as a last resort to needlessly lengthen it.
The rest of Nasty Buffet continues in the same fashion, with some terribly uninspired lyrics throughout the tracks. It just seems as if the band themselves are stuck in the 90s, rather than taking ingredients from it to produce a completely new product. The idiocy that radiates from it comes across as forced and we’ve seen this year that that’s not how you create a 90s revival album, thank you Yuck.
This could have been a fun album to listen to, and could have been propelled Schnapps up there with the likes of The Offspring and Sum 41. But it’s crossing more into mind numbing territory rather than being actually enjoying. It’s not an album to go ‘Oh Schnapps!’ for, but more ‘Oh…Craps.’