Album Review: Disquiet by Therapy?

Therapy? peaked creatively and commercially with 1994’s Troublegum. A ferocious marriage of anger, alienation and anthemic, metal-infused punk, it sold over a million copies, spawned five Top 40 hits and left the Northern Irish trio teetering on the edge of a major mainstream future. They rapidly lost their foothold, however, with 1995’s ambitious, ballad-heavy Infernal Love, and, while they’ve retained a fanatical live following, their commercial appeal has remained rather more selective since 1998’s Semi-Detached.

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It’s funny to think of Therapy? as being elder statesmen now. I remember seeing their fresh faces printed in a small inlet buried in the back of an American guitar magazine. Their band name had a question mark and the caption read “HEREIAMMOTHERFUCKER”, all in one word. This was early 1991 and all that was almost too underground for my senses.

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It’s interesting how different bands from one’s formative musical days can inspire vastly different reactions when revisited years later. We’ve all had disappointing nostalgia experiences – mine was going to see Hundred Reasons again a couple of years back (they never sounded so ponderous when I was 14) – and we’ve all outgrown bands who were once at the forefront of our musical horizons. It’s important to remember, however, that this is not de rigueur.

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"It really fucks me off," said James Dean Bradfield in a 2009 interview, "people get written out of history. " He was talking about Therapy?, who may have dropped off your radar unless you're a Welsh lead singer, a certain arrestedly-developed website hack or a Belgian festival promoter. Via the dapper shirts, nice trainers and orchestral anthems of the Everything Must Go era, Bradfield's own band, Manic Street Preachers, managed to avoid that same fate and would spend the rest of their days attracting Godlike Genius awards, prestigious songwriting prizes and frequent Q Magazine cover features.

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