Those of you familiar with the early work of Manic Street Preachers will be overjoyed to hear that Transmission
is something of a latter-day counterpart of that group's seminal debut, Generation Terrorists
. While the devastatingly simple glam-racket that came to characterize that album is present in spades on Transmission
, you shouldn't automatically take that to mean that Gay Dad figurehead Cliff Jones fancies himself to be the new Richey James Edwards or Nicky Wire. On the contrary, Jones' talents are more analogous to songwriting giants like Marc Bolan, David Bowie or even David Essex than to those of the Manics' lyrical masterminds.
Gay Dad is at their best when they're pumping out full-blown glam stompers like "Nightclub" and the title track, both of which steal glitter-splattered pages from Sweet and Mott the Hoople. While the majority of the tracks on Transmission forgettable from a lyrical standpoint, there's simply no denying the hip-swaggering cool of "Dinosaur" or the chord-bashing sycophancy of "Keep it Heavy". They might not have the lyrical substance necessary to be the new Manics, but Gay Dad's unpretentious take on modern glam makes snorting coke while wearing striped hot-pants and sprinkling stardust on passers by sound like a hell of a lot of fun.