Music Review: Moral Panic by Nothing But Thieves

Moral Panic picks up pace with great promise but fizzles out towards the end. A lot of what I expected from it was fulfilled by Nothing But Thieves, and it does seem as if they have devised a sound for themselves that is quite intricate from what I heard on their self-titled album as well as Broken Machine, but it is still incomplete. Moral Panic is quite similar to the lyrical inflow that What Did You Think When You Made Me This Way? infused, and I, for one, am quite pleased.

It is not until the title song came on that the album managed to catch my attention and I do not blame it. However, it was from Real Love Song that the album actually caught its tempo and proceeded to grow towards the highs that were capped off by Free If We Want ItImpossible and There Was A Sun. It concludes quite nicely, almost like a quaint dessert, thanks to Before We Drift Away

In a way, Nothing But Thieves have come back strongly with a distinct plethora of their own in Moral Panic, and it seems to me, quite fittingly, and extension of the aforementioned What Did You Think When You Made Me This Way? 

The band liked the loose concept album so much that they came up with an extended play called Moral Panic II which helped them finish what they had started. I relished the drums on most of the songs on this album, as well as the leads that the rhythm guitars of Joe Langridge-Brown and Dominic Craik generated. All in all, it is an album that satisfies those of your taste buds seeking a dollop of modern rock, but it does leave you asking for more.

Rating: 3/5



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Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.


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