"Look young, got a dick like a gun - overplaying rock star fun". Someone should tell Thirst that you can only get away with lyrics like that when you actually are a rock star. And they have a little way to go yet.
Broken up into the constituent parts, Thirst are strong and clearly very talented. The large guitars would be at home on a 3 Colours Red LP, the bass lines would make Flea proud, and frontman Chris Perrin's voice just reeks of Grant Nicholas. But unfortunately Perrin's voice is just not full enough to stand alone against a backdrop of such rich instrumental texture. 'Beautiful Bruise' leaves you asking for Chris to 'sing up a bit' as his vocals are lost amidst the distortion, and then when he does, you're reminded of one of those university bands who are good but just not good enough.
On the plus side, opening track 'Kissing Mr Easy' is reminiscent of the harmless britrock chug that we know and love. But then what's this I hear? A ten second slap-bass solo that sounds like it's just lept from 'Bloodsugarsexmagik'. Such genre merging isn't a bad thing- it just takes you by surprise at first.
It's the acoustic tracks like 'Silly Astronaut' and closer 'September 22' where you sense that Perrin is really at home. His voice is obviously more suited to the quieter style, which gives you a chance to focus on what he's actually saying rather than how he's saying it.
Thirst aren't doing anything innovative, but just because someone's done it before them doesn't mean that it's bad. If they take all of the good features of 'From Mouth to Skin' and work a little on weaving them together then maybe one day Thirst will be justified in boasting about their genitalia artillery.