Tuesday, 1 April 2008

BLOOD RED SHOES - SAY SOMETHING, SAY ANYTHING


(AU magazine April 2008)

(V2)

SINGLE REVIEW

Believing that Blood Red Shoes are a duo is a bit of a stretch when
listening to Say Something, Say Anything.
There's a beefiness to the single which is lacking in bands with twice the
personnel, and the musical complexities make for a strong effort from the
Brighton bunch.
The heartfelt vocals are matched by a jagged guitar riff, shot through
with the modernity that Blood Red Shoes bring to all their records, and
the ingenuity which is setting them apart from the musical crowd at the
moment.
The band are fresh off a sellout UK tour and, if Say Something, Say
Anything is anything to go by, it won't be long before they're selling out
bigger venue on the same circuit.

BE YOUR OWN PET

(AU magazine April 2008)

LIVE: Spring and Airbrake, Belfast

A couple of years ago, Be Your Own Pet played Tennants Vital in Belfast. They stormed onstage with attitude to spare, and after thrashing through a handful of tracks off their eponymous 2006 debut, singer Jemina Pearl Abegg swore and spat insults at the crowd and left mid-set. In rock’n’roll, this was naturally the Holy Grail – a quartet of Nashville teens who didn’t give a fuck.
Loping onstage at the Spring and Airbrake, bleached blond Jemina posed candidly at the microphone and, not to disappoint, spat forth an explosion of rock. With army-style flashes of red paint across her high cheekbones, the Blondie-meets-Ian Curtis singer was ready for battle, and thrashed her way through each song like a demented doll, taking a leaf out of Karen O’s book for eerie dancing.
The punk ethos of the debut is amplified on newly-released follow-up Get Awkward, and for every crazed thrash through a new track came an old favourite. High points were We Will Vacation, You Will Be My Parasol and Bicycle Bicycle You Are My Bicycle, although the immovability of the crowd did cause the Tennessee firecrackers some consternation.
From every track on show, there was a melody and attitude, and more than a little maturity despite having an average age of just 20.
Sadly, there came no temper tantrum, but the last raw crash through Bunk Trunk Skunk left ears ringing, and Jemina and her band once again emerged victorious in the eyes of rock’n’roll.

THE XCERTS – DO YOU FEEL SAFE/LISTEN. DON’T PANIC


(AU magazine April 2008)

SINGLE REVIEW

(MANNEQUIN REPUBLIC)

A recommendation from Radio 1 annoyance Zane Lowe is about as close as any band can get to the kiss of death, but The Xcerts might just have what it takes to rise above the Kiwi Typhoid Mary. Not only that, but the boys are lucky enough to represent the label owned by Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly’s Sam Duckworth, and there’s a lot to be said for this double A-side of rock ['Do You Feel Safe?'] and tingly young love ['Listen. Don’t Panic']. ‘Do You Feel Safe?’ kicks in like something off the local gig circuit, all Pixies-inspired quiet bit/loud bit, replete with Scottish accents, and endearing for it. ‘Listen. Don’t Panic’ is more delicate, making the difference so stark as to feel like The Xcerts’ CV in two parts. Wonder what else they can do…

Friday, 21 March 2008

Straight to hell

(Morning Star, Friday 21 March 2008)

ALBUM: The Feeling - Join with us
(Island)
ANY fan of modern music would acquiesce to the fact that there is always liberal pilfering of ideas.

There would be no Oasis without the Beatles, Strokes without Stooges, Mika without Leo Sayer - that's all granted.

But what Dan Gillespie-Sells's monstrous The Feeling have achieved is remarkable - the defrosting wholesale of a cryogenically frozen Supertramp.

The only bigger crime was that they refracted their own hideous image through an ELO lens and this is what came of it - the very latest record of pop's journey to hell in a handcart.

Still, nice of DGS to take a break from those M&S ads...

Friday, 7 March 2008

Carving out an anarchic niche

(Morning Star, Friday 07 March 2008)

ALBUM: Chumbawamba - The Boy Bands Have Won
AS a tonic to the 1980s posturing of such odious self-styled gurus as Bono and Bob Geldof, Chumbawamba's debut album Pictures of Starving Children Sell Records was a big deal indeed.

In the go-for-it 1980s, here was a band who dared to question and make mockery of pious conventions peddled by the mainstream press.

It's unclear, really, when the Chumbawamba's own peculiar brand of anarchy began to be laughable.

Some cite the attack on John Prescott by vocalist and keyboard player Danbert Nobacon at the Brits, others singer and percussionist Alice Nutter's increasingly baffling uber-political stances.

Whatever the matter, it's time to accept these old school hippies back into the fold, as they have rediscovered themselves on this new release.

Replete with 25 tracks, the record certainly endeavours to claw back the band's place in musical history.

It reinvigorates with its creativity, employing five-part harmonies and really bringing a warmth to their traditionally unorthodox approach to the charts.

Bringing together such subject matter as El Fusilado, a man who survived a firing squad execution and Gary Tyler, an innocent man who has spent 30 years as an inmate on death row in the US.

Chumbawamba have been written off before, but the truth is that their brand of multicultural, multi-influenced music has never been more pertinent.

Give it a listen, because the second bands like this stop releasing records, the boy bands really will have won.

Off their rocker

(Morning Star, Friday 07 March 2008)

ALBUM: Supergrass - Diamond Hoo Ha
(Parlophone)

THE sixth studio album from this legendary British band is the most openly rocky since the crunching guitars of In It For The Money (1997).

The Zep-style strains of opener Diamond Hoo Ha Man do, however, signify an album lamenting the loss of harmonious glee which Oxford's finest had long since made their own.

Diamond Hoo Ha is not Supergrass' best, it is clear from the start.

Fans will believe that the band's enthusiasm and talent has not disappeared, simply gone off on a rockier tangent for a while. Let's hope they're right.

Wednesday, 13 February 2008

Antrim Guardian - File scandal rocks Trust

(Antrim Guardian, 13 February 2008)

Friday, 8 February 2008

Dazed pop

(Morning Star, Friday 08 February 2008)

ALBUM: The High Wire - Ahead of the Rain

THE sleepy peaceful world of The High Wire offers a welcome foil to today's
frankly brash world. Londoners The High Wire nail their shoegazing colours firmly to the mast on this debut, with the drifting instant Saint Bees heading up a frankly devastating selection of dazed pop for confused kids.

Ahead of the Rain is a journey for the sleepwalkers out there.

From the blissed-out Easy to a sweetly naive You Don't Know What I Know, The High Wire have My Bloody Valentines' swooning signature all over them and it's a very good thing too.

Friday, 1 February 2008

A bit bizarre

(Morning Star, Friday 01 February 2008)

ALBUM: Paul Vickers and the Leg - Tropical Favourites
(SL Records)

AS the Scottish granddaddy of all that is wonky and alternative about modern pop, Paul Vickers's teaming up with The Leg was sure to be an event.

As one of those musical matches guaranteed to make obsessive fans water at the mouth, the completed Tropical Favourites ends up as half a disappointment.

After the initial collaborative single Wild Geese, there was a lot to work with and, when it comes off, the record is imbued with both proper musical sensibilities and Vickers's own unique Dawn of the Replicants-honed absurdity.

On tracks such as The Ballad of Bess Houdini and Wild Geese, there is an artistry, a sort of seasick meandering through the valley of the unusual.

But, when it falters, it can seem like a racket. Opener Umbrella Propeller has the vague association with a blasting car horn and all the associated tunefulness that this implies, while Powerful Soup is the aural equivalent of a Giorgio de Chirico painting - at best confusing and, at worst, vaguely terrifying. Proceed with caution.

Just irritating

(Morning Star, Friday 01 February 2008)

ALBUM: Blood Red Shoes - You Bring Me Down
(V2/Mercury Records)

KICKING off like the bastard offspring of Maximo Park and the Futureheads, it's an immediate shame that Laura-Mary Carter's best Wendy James impression comes on so strong.

In fact, this is the very negative which takes You Bring Me Down from wondrous, jagged, indie-guitar smash to merely another drone scarcely equipped to bother iTunes.

There's nothing wrong with the melody and the musicianship is accomplished and, in isolation, Carter's voice is unchallenging.

It's just that, together, they bring nothing but irritation. As the repetitive refrain barked out by Carter goes, "Dunno why, but it brings me down."