kasabian wrpla

Over the past few months, I’ve discovered that my car actually has a sunroof that, until now, I’ve never really used. But there’s something to be said about driving down the PCH with the windows down and sunroof back. And naturally that got me thinking…there’s something to be heard as well.

This brings me to the third studio album by the British Electronica band, Kasabian. The efforts’ is entitled West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum (named after the famed first British Looney Bin for the poor), and continues the trend of catchy-ass tunes for the action commercial scenes in your life. You most likely remember them from their 2004 hit, Club Foot, from their self titled debut album.

Whilst creating their second album, Empire, there was much drama and general hootenanny, which I believe contributed to its less than stellar composition (and don’t even bother commenting with the chart numbers, you know who you are) than its first album, albeit still amazing. It’s just that I personally feel like the fights between band mates seep into the music at times, and this was one of them…it just didn’t rub me right. But now Kasabian has delivered me a summer gift for my piss-poor car stereo with their latest work.


WRPLA as I will now refer to it is the quintessential PCH driving music. To my surprise, Dan the Automator (the genius behind Del the Funky Homosapien’s Deltron 3030) As soon as I heard the intro track, Underdog, it made me smile while I was switching lanes and looking good (as I always do) while doing it. I can’t really explain it, but once this song hits the minute song, the composure changes into something beautiful, and later when the band chimes in the background with their smooth howling.

The one-two punch was heard on this album, with the second track, Where Did All the Love Go? It’s just a classy track for a sunny day with your Stunna Shades on. This is one of the songs that make me appreciate British accents, as it adds to the flavor of everyone trying to sound monotonous.

From the racing instrumental Swarfiga, to the Quentin Tarantino-friendly power of Fast Fuse, to the Middle Eastern upbeat Take Aim, to the Western trotting-along guitar strumming of Thick as Thieves, to the Saharan West Ryder Silver Bullet (especially from 2:20 onwards), hell and right down to the park-your-car-and-watch-the-sunset last track, Happiness, the album was amazing start to finish.

But at the end of the day, I would say that as many times as I’ve listened to the album since its release on June 5th, I always love to start from the first track. It just gives me the true feeling of summer. Hell, if you guys are lucky, I might even make a summer album compilation for you to salivate over, because, well, I have good taste.

As I said, the album is great for listeners new and old, especially for you guys and gals driving down to Zuma five times a week. Hell if nothing else, you girl can take solace in the fact that even Mr. Harry Potter himself, Daniel Radcliffe was seen leaving the Ivy in London clutching a copy.

Don’t be surprised when you see this on my top ten albums of the year list!

Until next time my friends,