Joyrobber, You Need to Stop Doing This!

The mysterious paperbag-wearing local character Joyrobber has only gone and put a whole album down. It’s called You Need to Stop Doing This, and after we’ve been so nice to him about all the singles he’s previously released from it, he still refuses to reveal his identityโ€ฆ is it overdue for Joyrobber to take a slice of his own worldly advice?!

I once thought I’d figured out who he is, I even asked him if he was who I think he is, to which he flatly denied, claiming no knowledge of the person I asked him if he was. But still, I remain suspicious. He could be the person I think he is, just pretending not to be the person I think he is, but then, he might not be the person I think he is. Hope you’re following so far, because there’s also the factor that none of it matters, because he’ll not reveal, or that it’s completely irrelevant who he is, and if he is who I think he is, or not.

With that fully cleared up, let’s move swiftly on to the album, shall we?! But just to mention, it’s been going on far too long now, since he sent me the debut single Jeremy Kyle slightly over a year ago. But even though I’m adamant he’s definitely not Jeremy Kyle, and thatโ€™s not who I thought he is anyway, being the song seems to not paint Jeremy Kyle in the best light, I enjoyed the comedic, catchy take on the career ofโ€ฆJeremy Kyle.

It’s all good fun, loud and proud indie-punk-pop goodness, and the themes do not rest on the same cliches as standard songwriting, but you can’t help feeling sorry for the calamitous and unfortunate life of Joyrobber. Over four of the seven songs, he suffers insomnia, didn’t get his dream job, had his car broken into on his birthday, and regretfully crossed the friend barrier with the object of his desire.

If on and on (and on and on), I didn’t want your stupid job anyway, Requiem for my Car Window, and Stay Friends (I’ll permit you to guess which song title goes with which irk, as an interactive section of the review, though this quiz gets no prizes) you should note there’s a fifth tune called Awks, which is an anthology of further mishaps. Perhaps this is the reason for his anonymity, perhaps not, but let’s not dwell on the subject any longer.

For alongside Jeremy, song number five, Grahamโ€™s Guitar runs on a different theme, being a homage to, or at the very least an almost paranormal experience when playing a lost friendโ€™s guitar. Itโ€™s all clever and tongue-in-cheek stuff, engineered by music legend Jolyon Dixon, and self-produced under the parody title of Sugarpill Productions.

Joyrobber explains the album title were the words he was told eight years ago, โ€œwhen the professional powers that be discovered that I made music and posted it online in my free time.โ€ Fearing for his livelihood he took all his music down when said employers discovered his music accounts and disapproved of him using his name. With all this in tow, maybe he is Jeremy Kyle?!

I’m not losing sleep over it, because the creative bug sticks, and though theyโ€™d successfully crushed any aspirations, Joyrobber returned to his hobby many years later, and hey presto, You Need to Stop Doing This is the result of trudging through his cherish demos that never saw the light of day before, and reworking them.

Glad he did, because this album is good clean fun, name your price, and perhaps shouldโ€™ve come with a warning that some of these songs you might personally reflect upon, but not especially in a positive light. I feel Joyrobberโ€™s pain, had my car window smashed in too, and an obsession once for a person I crossed that friend barrier with, but Iโ€™m a milkman, so insomnia is in the contract!


Who Broke into Joyrobberโ€™s Car?!

Poor Joyrobber, got his car broken into, on his birthday too, but avenged them in song! Requiem for my Car Window is this mysterious characterโ€™s third single to date. I loved the first couple for some strange reason, no point in changing my mind nowโ€ฆ..

โ€œHave you ever had a really terrible birthday?โ€ Joyrobber asks, presuming none could be as catastrophic as his 25th, in which the back window of his Ford KA was smashed in, and all his possessions taken. In the song he includes the itinerary; chocolates, birthday cake and cards, and the thug even popped his birthday balloon; who does that? Heโ€™s the joy robber, Joyrobber, not you!

Or maybe you too, as by the finale, despite it hiking up his insurance, he wagers they have loads in common. Itโ€™s this dry sense of self-deprecating humour which throttles Joyrobber and drives him to the edge of sanity within the simple grievances, and provides it with originality, like The Divine Comedy went sour.

Personally, Iโ€™d say Iโ€™ve had my car broken into, and had some pretty rubbish birthdays, but never together. And if I had and felt driven to scribe a song about it, it wouldnโ€™t be the  ultimate power-ballad of towering rock we have here, blessed with twinkling pianos, a huge chorus and some crunchy Weezeresque. The kind of anti-birthday song to make Clare Grogan shudder, upset and vengeful where he rightfully hopes when the culprit needs the toilet, there’s a massive queue!

With production by Sugarpill Productions and the vocal engineering skills of Jolyon Dixon once more, weโ€™ve still not unmasked Joyrobberโ€™s alter ego, but would we reveal his true identity if we did?!

Probably not, ruin the mystery, wouldnโ€™t it? But clues are building with each new song, heโ€™s Pewsey based, has an abhor for Jeremy Kyle, with poor interview skills, and now we know he drives a Ka, all of which stand to reason! Cool song, though; fun in tragedy, and original, keep the unfortunate incidents coming, Joyrobber, hereโ€™s wishing you inconveniences for the new year, that you might pen some more marvellous reactions to!!


Joyrobber Didn’t Want Your Stupid Job Anyway

A second track from local anonymous songwriter Joyrobber has mysteriously appeared online, and heโ€™s bitter about not getting his dream jobโ€ฆ..

If this mysterious dudeโ€™s August invective track at racist talk show host Jeremy Kyle, and his patronising attitude, it feels like him telling me heโ€™s โ€œnot one for holding a grudge,โ€ might have a smidgen of irony too! His grungy pop-punk response to his career rejection might be biting satire, but amusing with it.

Eight and a half years ago, he claims, he was cruelly denied his dream job by what appeared to be a corrupt interview process. Perhaps it was to take over from Kyle, but Joyrobber reveals nothing, even after I badgered him for a clue to his identity.

What we do know is it was produced by Sugarpill Productions, a parody of hip hop pioneering label Sugarhill, has the vocal engineering talents of Jolyon Dixon, and is rather catchy with a highly amusing hook. I Didn’t Want Your Stupid Job Anyway is indicative of how we all might feel after a failed interview but being British, we bit our tongue. A bolshy after-contemplation with dry implications, in a Weezer skater-punk two-fingers up fashion.

I donโ€™t believe for a second heโ€™s pleading for sympathy, just to get the frustration off his chest by thrashing a guitar at it. If youโ€™ve been there too, youโ€™ll identify, making me like this more than the debut single, because Iโ€™ve an incalculable history of bodged job interviews, likely because they were all knobs as well!

Itโ€™s up on Spotify, downloadable from Bandcamp with a โ€œname your priceโ€ option, and itโ€™s Marmite, love it or hate it, it remains a sticky spreadable extract to get over your dysphoria, but not sing at the Job Centre.


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