Sweat on the floor. Shirts off. Cracked plastic cups full of shit beer. Squeals of feedback in between songs. Vocal cords scraped raw. Yeah, I’m a total sucker for bands like Idle Kids. Taking the same blueprint (i.e.: generally mid-tempo, gravel down the gullet, soaring and weaving guitars, a propensity for gut-wringing anthems) as bands like Madison Bloodbath and Wrister (and before them: Organic, Altaira, Leatherface, Hot Water Music, etc.), these guys have crafted an absolute bummer of an album. And I say bummer because this thing is so goddamn good and so goddamn over after a grand total of five songs. What the shit, guys? It’s a rare band that puts out a record with every song right at or above the four-minute mark and still manages to keep my interest throughout. Maybe it works out for the better—there’s no chance on getting the listener getting burnt out on every song starting to blend in with the next. At five songs, I’m still left wanting more. When the fifth song comes to a close, it’s still a little bittersweet and all that shit. So, to close: Idle Kids haven’t reinvented the wheel with The Factory Lines, but they have crafted some lovely-as-shit, far-reaching, and honest rock music. Awesome.
–keith (Idle Kids)