What a surprise..with a tragic name like Jellyfish you'd expect some sugary yet flightless lump of plasticine, but instead, we get memorable, catchy, colourful and naturally psychedelic odes to The Beatles. Imagine outtakes from 'Magical Mystery Tour', and as the breath of 'Hush' sweeps across the valleys like some Sunday hymn, you've every right to feel blessed. And then, it's The Beatles via 'Revolver' for the fantastic 'Joining A Fan Club', McCartney-esque against a backdrop of fuzz guitars...ditto for the superb 'Sebrina...', with it's 'Penny Lane' bounce and Beach Boys harmonies. Hey, even Enuff Z Nuff forget these melodies....wonderfully uptempo, each time reaching beautiful pinnacles, never stabbing with any swishing guitar licks, instead always remaining brisk, possibly haunting beneath a blazing sun.
This is a cracking little record you might have to play quite a few times simply to be absorbed in its technicolour joy. One minute The Kinks could be cartoon characters in your front room, the next we are a buzzing Beach Boys imitation, but all the while remaining credible with the quirky songs of hope. Not for your average metaller seeking dungeons 'n' dragons, but for the cold, lost souls looking for quick warmth and a sugary hit.
7/10
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