Review By: Sam Farringdon
The middle of the record is where the collaboration justifies its existence beyond vanity – the title track, ‘The Rules of Attraction’, pulses with a playful sensuality, employing Rogers’ best falsetto; ‘Handbrake’, resplendent with horns and reverb drenched percussion, struts like a long lost Stax side; ‘Me and the Devil’ thrillingly breaks down on a wipeout guitar line, before Rogers dazzles by packing as many syllables as he can into the middle 8; ‘On Time’ is perhaps the pick of the album, teasing as it is, providing a cheeky wink and a nod on the back of a Cuban groove; while ‘Did I Wake You’ is an impeccably lush and gorgeous ballad that comes complete with dramatic string flourishes, and gives Rogers a chance to trade verses with regular Bamboos’ vocalist Kylie Auldist. Elsewhere, slightly sinister funk appropriately sets the mood for ‘You Can’t Kill A Man Twice’ which evokes elements of Northern Soul; while the giddy and gleeful ‘Lime Rickey’ is also a standout: the most blatant and fearless pop song on the entire record, it’s an obvious choice for follow up single, and it’s sure to get your little sister grooving in between her Miley and her Taylor.
As a whole though, the record does suffer a little bit from too many songs at too similar tempos, meaning that individual songs lose a bit of their distinguishable character and flair. But you know, nothing good is gonna come easy (ha!) and The Rules of Attraction does appeal more on the second, third, and fourth spin, than it does on the first. It might not solve the riddle of Tim Rogers’ identity, though it does add another dignified bow to his artillery. And that’s as much a testament to Lance Ferguson and The Bamboos, whose playing here is nothing short of exemplary – nimble, precise, and with unwavering commitment to the elasticity of the albums’ rhythms: they move your feet and sway your hips, while soothing your soul. So leave your preconceived notions at the door, get on up on the dance floor, and kick out the jams – cos, after all, what are we but one nation under a Bamboo groove?